Текст песни Stropharia i Cubensis - Лыжная трасса

My life is not worth a cent, my soul does not weigh a gram,
But the old woman with a sharp scythe for some reason enrages me!
This is a mash of bones and human meat,
Waiting for me at the finish of the ski track ...

I was sent signs from above, in which I did not believe,
He simply walked on, dug a hole, jumped into them, and then measured
Sometimes looked up - saw the sun and stars
I looked down, and there money and ***
And it's very simple to be a black crow
And it is very difficult to choose the other side
I would equally divide the people between the remnants of good
Know the future ... while forgetting the past
How much dirt, how much vulgar - this makes me sick
"Free memory is erased! Who is the first?" - It is possible for me, and
Not so simple as it seems at first glance
Ahead of another mile detachments of cavalry enemy
Sotniki, hundreds of thousands of obstacles,
Other worlds, remnants of ancient civilizations
valleys of acacias, prairies, seas, oceans
People, strange how and where they came from, countries
And all this is around a single person
Moral freak, beating in the convulsions of a cripple
Over the shoulders so many years, in the eyes of the ice, with the wheel of the chest
Clinging to faith with one foot became the true path ...

My life is not worth a cent, my soul does not weigh a gram,
But the old woman with a sharp scythe for some reason enrages me!
This is a mash of bones and human meat,
Waiting for me at the finish of the ski track ...

I tried poison, drank potions, I was fed with rot
Has become thin, worn out, covered with a layer of dust
As an old house in which people have not lived for a long time
A terrible fairy tale eventually became reality ..
Where am I? Where am I? It's good that I'm not there!
Why is it so dark, what the hell did God turn off the light ??
I'll tell you a secret - I do not want to die,
Deep inside I know that I have to create something ...
Something sits in me, looks with different eyes
You felt uneasy? Yes! I'm still here, with you!
I try to hold on proudly, I follow the rules
When I'm alone, I spit in all directions!
It's not a flu virus! - These are your stereotypes!
This is your hatred! It's you creatures and nits!
Cold reality, there is no place for me here
Teeth chatter from the cold, give me fire!
let me live, see the light at the end of the tunnel
Give crawl and die in a warm bed ..
Somewhere the angels sang, the brain went out of order
Presenting me two minutes of universal peace ...

My life is not worth a cent, my soul does not weigh a gram,
But the old woman with a sharp scythe for some reason enrages me!
This is a mash of bones and human meat,
Waiting for me at the finish of the ski track ...

My life is not worth a cent, my soul does not weigh a gram,
But the old woman with a sharp scythe for some reason enrages me!
This is a mash of bones and human meat,
Waiting for me at the finish of the ski track ...

My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent,
My life is not worth a cent ....