Lyrics Deform - Гниение гламура
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Мой телевизор отбирает элиту.
Мой психиатр пишет новую книгу.
Дым пистолетов… Заряжаю улыбки.
Фальсификация нового быта.
Меня тошнит от современной моды.
На платье след моей мужской дурной природы.
И эти двери — это Ада коридоры!
Всюду ссоры, шоры, телеспоры.
Наверно, мода — дура!?
Гниение гламура.
Здесь твоя гордость — марионетка.
Здесь твоя вера — это рулетка.
Телеэкраны — витрины мира,
Гимны для гопников и трансвеститов.
Сегодня Дьявол — это R’n’B, R’n’B, R’n’B!
Мы таем в ритмах R’n’B, R’n’B, R’n’B...
Наверно, мода — дура!?
Гниение гламура.
Диско, диско — мертвое диско.
Близко, близко… Тают ириски.
Низко, низко, пали мы низко!
Быстро, быстро крутятся диски!
My tv selects the elite.
My psychiatrist is writing a new book.
Smoke pistols ... I charge smiles.
Falsification of a new life.
I'm sick of modern fashion.
On the dress is a trace of my male evil nature.
And these doors are Ada corridors!
Everywhere quarrels, blinkers, telespores.
Perhaps fashion is a fool !?
The rotting of glamor.
Here your pride is a puppet.
Here your faith is roulette.
TV screens - shop windows of the world,
Anthems for gopnik and transvestites.
Today the Devil is R’n’B, R’n’B, R’n’B!
We are melting to the rhythms of R’n’B, R’n’B, R’n’B ...
Perhaps fashion is a fool !?
The rotting of glamor.
Disco, disco - dead disco.
Close, close ... Butterscotch melt away.
Low, low, we fell low!
Fast, fast spinning wheels!
My psychiatrist is writing a new book.
Smoke pistols ... I charge smiles.
Falsification of a new life.
I'm sick of modern fashion.
On the dress is a trace of my male evil nature.
And these doors are Ada corridors!
Everywhere quarrels, blinkers, telespores.
Perhaps fashion is a fool !?
The rotting of glamor.
Here your pride is a puppet.
Here your faith is roulette.
TV screens - shop windows of the world,
Anthems for gopnik and transvestites.
Today the Devil is R’n’B, R’n’B, R’n’B!
We are melting to the rhythms of R’n’B, R’n’B, R’n’B ...
Perhaps fashion is a fool !?
The rotting of glamor.
Disco, disco - dead disco.
Close, close ... Butterscotch melt away.
Low, low, we fell low!
Fast, fast spinning wheels!