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What are you listening to right now?Auto-translated
To run away from the cruel symptoms of neurosis
From games without rules, from tiresome performances
From this most tedious prose,
Which I am sick of
Through the endless halls of rooms
Along the stuffy and dark corridors
Along the highway leading into the sky
Through the garden, covered in snow
Park, wasteland, there is no way back
Further - the runway
Push off and feel the flame
Sparks of stars under my feet...
You know, we'll have children The most beautiful in the world The most capricious and mean, The most troublesome. We won't be able to feed them, All these hungry faces, At the age of about a year Each little monster will have thirty-two teeth. So that they don't eat us, We'll keep them in a dark room, Beat them like Sidorov's goats, And make them walk barefoot in the frost! And then they will be obedient, And the world will be better and better With each passing day, We'll have so many of them… We won't buy them toys, This is only for normal people, But these Down's syndrome kids will grab them And gnaw and throw them on the floor… It's also not worth taking them to school, Any teacher will immediately freak out, When, on the eve of March 8th, They slightly poop right on the desk… They will have no god but rock, And most importantly, there will be many of them, I will give birth to them every week, The world will become the way we and you wanted… We will be surrounded by kindred spirits, And the world will be better and better With each passing day… We will multiply like cockroaches… You know, we'll have children The most beautiful in the world The most capricious and mean, The most troublesome, Just like us…
I don't love you I'm just passing the time You could love me if I knew how to lie But who could love me? I am out of my mind Throwing a line out to sea To see if I can catch a dream
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
Si je m'inspire de vous, des nuits Aubes de mes derives lucides Du jour ou les rues transpirent Du vide autour des villes Du moindre de mes desirs Si je transporte vos reves, vos peines
Vos haines et la mienne La meme qui regne a l'oree du ciel Mon fleuve, ma sphere, nos chaines Rougeoyant dans ma chair C'est par amour pour elle
Les corps se frolent La rage enrole au coeur de l'atome Nos vieux fantomes, I want to go home L'espoir nous ronge, faites place au virus autonome Si je pardonne, je m'offre encore
Je tremble et raisonne Je reste, je cherche Si j'oublie, je donne Ma vie, mon ombre en somme Jamais ne m'abandonne
C'est par amour pour toi C'est par amour pour elle C'est par amour pour moi Celui qui donne des ailes Qui ne laisse pas le choix Et qui en nous sommeille Et qui en nous est roi C'est par amour pour elle C'est par amour pour toi
Allez, allez, rentrons chez nous Avant, avant qu'on nous torde le coup