| What use are dreams of reckless reverie Only to shed a sea of bitter tears later? Perhaps just so we can live a lie And drift indifferently down the river of ages. Open your eyes, look around And then you'll understand who is enemy, who is friend And why you must carry your cross up the mountain Perhaps there is no longer a place for you there So why should we believe in the bright path If all leaders have lost their essence Discord in their words, and only fear in their eyes And to hide this, everyone wears glasses They say fashion has come to embellish the world For now is an age—a funeral feast Everyone makes merry and waits for a messiah Unnoticed by all, they devour one another And why send sons to us If there is no truth, only the deception of dreams Perhaps he walks all in tears, despondent For we do not hear his mournful cry Everything and everyone around has drowned in dreams And we all live through rose-colored glasses And the wonderful world that we will build Will be our home, but fitting for a prison If only one knew the answer to a simple question How can we know the world, distinguish it from reverie How do I wake up, awaken others What to shout and how, to shake the deaf But for whom? Why? Everyone lives as they are In a world of sweet dreams and devour one another. It is more important for us to eat and drink our fill That is the essence—the power of dreams over us I'll shake off the veil. I'll look at the world And again I'll go to the funeral feast I will eat and drink. I am tired of shouting. Sleep a sweet sleep, the age of glasses has come. | I took the rhyme to fit pop music So please don't kick me Whoever doesn't want to understand Can just not read this. Greetings to all from the stage There is a word, but no meaning Often there's no rhyme either An answer to modernity Someone might say, and let them Caress your hearing with the rhythm The meaning of words la-lai, la-lai And just don't bother me. There should be meaning in everything If there isn't any, we'll find it What we see, that we sing Even just a doorway We'll put together a song and move forward Let the people be driven by the rhythm Bending everyone in a frantic dance The essence of the text doesn't f..k us. Even rock now for us is A madman's tale Muddiness all around, a set of phrases And dressed like a fagg..ot I've grown slightly tired A poet's life is not easy Here is the last line That's all, goodbye to everyone |
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