Lyrics Чёрный Обелиск - Под орлами двухголовыми
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Я продаю себя по кусочкам:
Буква за буквой, строчка за строчкой.
Купи моё счастье, купи мою боль,
Ведь я твой кумир, я твой король!
За тридцать старых потёртых монет
Свой мир я продам тем, кто хочет и нет!
Купи моё счастье, а хочешь - и душу
Возьму и продам, продам и не струшу!
Дай мне тридцать потёртых монет,
Взамен ты получишь то, чего в тебе нет.
А что же ещё получить мог бы я?
Толпы обожанье, пустые слова?
Припев:
Здесь таких как я не счесть.
Люди выжаты и сломлены.
Совесть продана и честь,
Дураками всё заполнено.
Никуда себя не деть.
Я дитя серпа и молота.
И рождён, чтоб умереть
Под орлами двухголовыми...
Я продаю себя по кусочкам:
Буква за буквой, строчка за строчкой.
Не надо стесняться. Ну что вы? Ей богу!
Берите скорее, осталось немного...
Припев.
I sell myself in pieces:
Letter by letter, line by line.
Buy my happiness, buy my pain,
After all, I am your idol, I am your king!
Over thirty old shabby coins
I will sell my world to those who want and no!
Buy my happiness, and you want - and the soul
I will take and sell, sell and do not bother!
Give me thirty shabby coins,
In exchange, you will receive what is not in you.
And what else could I get?
Crowd adoration, empty words?
Chorus:
Here such as I do not count.
People squeezed and broken.
Conscience sold and honor
Fools everything is filled.
Do not put yourself anywhere.
I am a child of sickle and hammer.
Born to die
Under the two-headed eagles ...
I sell myself in pieces:
Letter by letter, line by line.
Do not be shy. Well what are you? By golly!
Take rather a little bit left ...
Chorus.
Letter by letter, line by line.
Buy my happiness, buy my pain,
After all, I am your idol, I am your king!
Over thirty old shabby coins
I will sell my world to those who want and no!
Buy my happiness, and you want - and the soul
I will take and sell, sell and do not bother!
Give me thirty shabby coins,
In exchange, you will receive what is not in you.
And what else could I get?
Crowd adoration, empty words?
Chorus:
Here such as I do not count.
People squeezed and broken.
Conscience sold and honor
Fools everything is filled.
Do not put yourself anywhere.
I am a child of sickle and hammer.
Born to die
Under the two-headed eagles ...
I sell myself in pieces:
Letter by letter, line by line.
Do not be shy. Well what are you? By golly!
Take rather a little bit left ...
Chorus.