Текст песни
Он умер
Как тот самый чёрный бумер
Он умер
Без лишних слов отыграв свой номер
Я бы разбил его долю с тем
Кто в отражении не выходит из стен
Безумен не так разумен раз смог
Найти исток прочитав мутный намёк
найдя потолок сжёг нахуй пол
Стал прочный как амфибол
Устроил рок-н-рол на своих костях
В боях с самим собой сжав волю в руках
Он умер
Как тот самый чёрный бумер
Он умер
Без лишних слов отыграв свой номер
Чо там треки пишет душа ?
Сука это отдушина-в упор стрельба
Не списывайте со счета
Сильно не шумя по венам ток я- свинцовая резьба
Не шумя приглуши свет ведь везде стрельба
Сердце старая граната
Не оставь лицо у гранита
Сколько я ещё спою слов вам
Пока сплю помолись за меня
Я не стану сам
Слушай не записывай слова
Не жалей живота
Перевод песни
He died
Like that same black boomer
He died
Without further ado, having played his part
I would have broken his lot with the one
Who doesn't emerge from the walls in the reflection
The madman isn't so sensible if he could
Find the source by reading a murky hint
Finding the ceiling, he burned the fucking floor
Became as strong as amphibole
He staged rock 'n' roll on his bones
In battles with himself, clenching his will in his hands
He died
Like that same black boomer
He died
Without further ado, having played his part
What tracks does the soul write there? Bitch, this is a breath of fresh air—point-blank shooting.
Don't write it off.
Without too much noise in your veins, I'm just a lead thread.
Without too much noise, dim the lights, because there's gunfire everywhere.
My heart is an old grenade.
Don't leave your face to the granite.
How many more words will I sing to you?
While I sleep, pray for me.
I won't become myself.
Listen, don't write down the words.
Don't spare your life.