Lyrics VanillaDeath - Канун конца света
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(1)
Когда все твои старания безполезны,
Задаешь себя вопросов тонну,
Не выйти из игры этой без порезов,
И как не печально но ты уже сломан.
Безсонные ночи,засыпая лишь под утро,
С мыслями о том что завтра лучше будет
Хватит навешивать на себя ярлыки-пудель,
И поймешь что так не добудешь перламутра.
Пусть в мою сторону не дует даже ветер,
Но моя жизнь не поместилась бы на винчестер,
Пока я молчам дышал холодным воздухом,
Но лишь бы не сказали,мол,поздно всё.
Нету шансов на признания среди серых масс,
Нету сил сделать шаг,отчаяние,серый пазл,
Лента оборвалась,шлак,в сознании-псевдо кастл,
Строил счастливое убежище,но из пенопласта
Припев:
Разве стоит эта игра свечь?
Когда в ней каждый второй вроде как -лучший,
Если и стоит,то скажи как их зажечь,
Кто тут лишний,а кто и правда нужен.
(2)
Уже неделю просыпаюсь от сомнений,
В том что все я делаю правильно,
даже если этот день будет последним,
Хотелось бы прожить его без правил,но.
Этого не будет,снова как всегда по шаблону,
Моя борьба в прошлом велась за то лишь,
Чтобы когда-то увидеть себя среди афиш,
И все что у тебя есть,это только сила слова.
Пусть конец света,смена власти,катаклизм,
Но даже при таком раскладе не буду падать вниз,
И что имеет тут вес,к чему весь этот замес?
все толпятся,не понимая что много пустых мест.
Много вариантов так хочется что-то исправить,
Моно-вариация,ведь её так долго искали.
Все что ты можешь изменить-рингтон на айфоне,
Лёд в душе,жизнь-не былица,он лишь трезвонит.
(1)
When all your efforts are useless,
Ask yourself a ton of questions,
Do not quit this game without cuts,
And how sad it is, but you are already broken.
Sleepless nights, falling asleep only in the morning,
With thoughts that tomorrow it will be better
Enough to hang on a label-poodle,
Also you will understand that so you will not get mother-of-pearl.
Let not even the wind blow in my direction,
But my life would not fit on the hard drive,
While I was silent breathing the cold air,
But if only they did not say, it's too late.
There is no chance of recognition among the gray masses,
There are no forces to make a step, despair, a gray puzzle,
The ribbon broke off, the slag, in consciousness-a pseudo-rock,
He built a happy refuge, but from foam
Chorus:
Is this game worth the candle?
When in it every second seems to be the best,
If it's worth it, then tell me how to light it,
Who here is superfluous, but who really needs it.
(2)
For a week I've been waking up from doubt,
In the fact that I'm doing everything right,
even if this day is the last,
I would like to live it without rules, but.
This will not happen, again as usual on a template,
My struggle in the past was for that only,
To once see myself among the posters,
And all that you have is only the power of the word.
Let the end of the world, the change of power, the cataclysm,
But even in this situation, I will not fall down,
And what has the weight to do with all this batch?
everyone is crowded, not realizing that there are many empty places.
Many options so want to fix something,
Mono-variation, because it's been looking for so long.
All you can change is ringtone on iPhone,
Ice in the shower, life is not a bullock, it just rings.
When all your efforts are useless,
Ask yourself a ton of questions,
Do not quit this game without cuts,
And how sad it is, but you are already broken.
Sleepless nights, falling asleep only in the morning,
With thoughts that tomorrow it will be better
Enough to hang on a label-poodle,
Also you will understand that so you will not get mother-of-pearl.
Let not even the wind blow in my direction,
But my life would not fit on the hard drive,
While I was silent breathing the cold air,
But if only they did not say, it's too late.
There is no chance of recognition among the gray masses,
There are no forces to make a step, despair, a gray puzzle,
The ribbon broke off, the slag, in consciousness-a pseudo-rock,
He built a happy refuge, but from foam
Chorus:
Is this game worth the candle?
When in it every second seems to be the best,
If it's worth it, then tell me how to light it,
Who here is superfluous, but who really needs it.
(2)
For a week I've been waking up from doubt,
In the fact that I'm doing everything right,
even if this day is the last,
I would like to live it without rules, but.
This will not happen, again as usual on a template,
My struggle in the past was for that only,
To once see myself among the posters,
And all that you have is only the power of the word.
Let the end of the world, the change of power, the cataclysm,
But even in this situation, I will not fall down,
And what has the weight to do with all this batch?
everyone is crowded, not realizing that there are many empty places.
Many options so want to fix something,
Mono-variation, because it's been looking for so long.
All you can change is ringtone on iPhone,
Ice in the shower, life is not a bullock, it just rings.