5'nizza — Сон song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Сон" by 5'nizza.
Lyrics
Я смотрю один и тот же сон,
Такого не видел и Люк Бессон,
Если бы закрыл глаза.
Небо, как помятая фольга,
Ярко-красные снега,
Все цвета здесь только за.
На месте солнца пятиконечная звезда,
Все боятся опоздать, песню бы допеть успеть.
Всех строят строем, страдают геморроем роем,
Могилы роют, доют, чтобы ближе быть к земле.
Well. Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Перекрашены параши в городе наши,
Лизергиновые каши, платют наши на параде,
Бога ради выключайте радиоактивные,
Мы можем даже дышать порами кожи,
Если затянуть петлю потуже или же заклеить рты.
Перевёрнутое заперто.
Наши пра-пра-предки, оставили свои метки.
Медные монетки, наглaдные пособия,
Санта-Клаустрофобия, рождённые в клетке.
Кровоточит троеточие.
С утра до ночи я рублю дрова,
Wow! Под топор попала голова.
Game o-ver!
Game o-ver!
Well. Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Давно ли ли вы были на лесоповале?
Стволы пылили? Руки омывали?
Реки крови, да усы, да брови густые,
Копыта, хвосты. (yeah)
Падали кресты, костры горели,
Хором мы пели, но на самом деле — спали.
Нас палили, чтобы
Всё выше и выше и выше
Было пламя красное знамя над нами,
Красное знамяяяя!
Well. Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Lyrics translation
I watch the same dream,
Neither did Luc Besson,
If I closed my eyes.
The sky is like crumpled foil,
Bright red snows,
All colors here are only for.
In place of the sun there is a five pointed star,
Everyone is afraid to be late, the song would finish in time.
All build a system, suffer from hemorrhoids swarm,
Graves are dug and milked to be closer to the ground.
Well. Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Repainted the bucket in our city,
Lysergic porridge, our platyut on parade,
For God's sake turn off the radioactivity,
We can even breathe through the pores of our skin,
If you tighten the noose or seal your mouths.
The upside-down is locked.
Our great-great-ancestors left their marks.
Copper coins, cash allowances,
Santa Claustrophobia, born in a cage.
The colon is bleeding.
From morning to night I chop wood,
Wow! A head fell under the axe.
Game o-ver!
Game o-ver!
Well. Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
How long have you been at the sawmill?
Were the trunks dusty? Wash your hands?
Rivers of blood, and a mustache, Yes the eyebrows thick,
Hooves, tails. (yeah)
Fallen crosses, the fires burned,
We sang in chorus, but we were actually asleep.
We were fired to
Higher and higher and higher
Было пламя красное знамя над нами,
Красное знамяяяя!
Well. Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well. Well. Well.