Dolphin - 612 Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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Morning walked into the city, like a child dancing in silence
And it became clear, how hard it was yesterday for me and you
To come home through familiar streets
Through the unreciprocated crudeness of faceless crowd
Through the city given away to chickens
Who still run around headless.
 
Blood and smashed windows on the sidewalks
Morning coughs black smoke of burnt cars
A boiled beet of the sun
Rises above the city where I was murdered
A burned down match head drops on the floor
Now you got used to crying
Damn these fucking rebels.
 
The tune was the same - freedom and justice
High-rises swarming with hundreds of thousands of assholes
None of them worthy of that very freedom
And I'm hanging on the dull knives, now I'm totally free.
 
People broken into pieces, people cut open in parts
Break each other's heads and tear each other's mouths
People broken into pieces, people cut open in parts
Break each other's heads and tear each other's mouths
 
Morning has run around schools, kindergartens
And now day fell on its knees
But hardly anyone who was there last night now feels happy
Waking up in the debris of drunkenness and rampant laziness
They'll never understand anything
The storefronts of their eyes are nailed with thick plywood
And I'll be here, I'll stay
As a thirst of bullets loaded into sleeping guns.
 


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