09.05.2024
Krematoriy - Шпалер (Shpaler) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
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Wallapaper
In my breastplate is a hole,But beneath it is a good heart,
Transparent like glass.
I sand their songs, drank their wine,
I felt so good until then,
Until it became dark.
Oh, I lit the smokey grass,
Then doused my wallpaper in gasoline,
I took a deep breath,
That way the sun could rise inside.
From a local clinic in the pampas,
A fool ran off, climbing up a palm tree,
And he bit off his tail.
In the streets displays of true love,
Negroes blew up a maternity hospital with all our people in it,
Putting them on a stake.
Oh, this apartheid,
Such an enjoyable piece of shit,
Of course, God knows,
That the sun will rise over Africa once more!
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a mouth for a mouth.
You're getting sticky like honey, soon then,
[You'll] Flow like white filth. 1
We waltz on a slippery table,
We can see the cosmos through a hole in the ceiling,
We're free at last!
Oh open up wide my dear,
Let me put my gun in your mouth,
I'll pull the trigger,
Get ready dammit, the Sun is rising!
- 1. Yes I'm going to offend some folks by doing this but this is the most logical way to interpret this line.
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