Текст песни Dessar ft. Sewer - Surealizm

"You have achieved your goal when you feel the taste of freedom in the language, and the smell of sweat in the distance ..."

Dessar:

I'm sitting on the verge of light with my legs hanging,

The sky, the gods, turns black.

Smell of wind, morning dew

Son neboysya, disbelieve and ask.

Do you hear the harpsichord playing for Eliza

And you dreamed, I see, show sketches.

Visas are a port, ships, Assol

Life is good, though there is salt on the cheeks.

Pain? Share ..

Wait, go, come back.

Letters of love turned yellow,

Tired? Would rather end the week. Only..

I come home, you sleep, I lay down, kiss you,

I say "Baby", and our love will pass

In the meantime, the apocalypse is far away, believe me.

In the morning you will leave, slam the door

I do not, in the evening do not wait

We are all like rains,

Gone and dried up in the river of history

We write out equimolarians.

Sand by the sea, we where the gods walk

This will be our secret until the end of the road.

Keep it, it will cover with dust,

You'll see, he will give you wings.

Sewer:

Only a dark screen in front of my eyes,

So much truth and lies lurked behind the words.

The ashes of cigarettes, yesterday's summer,

Thoughts are somewhere far away, they are looking for an answer.

Do not speak anything, I read in the eyes.

I lie in the dark and pray to heaven.

Although the salty taste on my lips,

Walking in the Tishen, the wind in the sails.

My cardboard wings are sunbathing in the sun

And eternal life promised us the stars.

But remember my friend, nothing lasts forever under the moon,

And when the night comes we will go and we are with you.

My doll and go, instead of coffee, mercury

It will help me to fall asleep and find the essence in life.

I will give you my daughter all my dreams,

Only tell me where the old people went.

The yellowed newspapers are on your desk,

The candle almost burnt and the marks on the sand.

And the moon will follow, the tracks will wash away the tide

And the wind will give me a new motive.

Motif with a song of rain that knocks on the window

A pathetic dark screen, a silent movie.

Dessar:

Lifting the sail, leave the pier

Going to places of surrealism

Letters are very unimportant,

There is a moment, there is I, you are.

This world we will call ours,

In the distance he decorated the medal with a brush.

The soul hurts, the gods envy us,

Taste of freedom.

We raise the sails, leave the pier

Going to places of surrealism

Letters are very unimportant,

There is a moment, there is I, you are.

This world we will call ours,

In the distance he decorated the medal with a brush.

The soul hurts, the gods envy us,

I am free...