Paroles et traduction 5'nizza - Сон

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Я смотрю один и тот же сон
Такого не видел и Люк Бессон
Если бы закрыл глаза
Небо как помятая фольга
Ярко-красные снега
Все всегда здесь только за
На месте солнца пятиконечная звезда
Все боятся опоздать
Песню бы допеть успеть
Всех строят строем
Страдают геморроем роем
Могилы роют, ноют
Чтобы ближе быть к земле
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Перекрашены параши
В городе наши
Лизергиновые каши
Плачут Маши на параде
Бога ради
Выключайте радио активные
Мы можем
Даже дышать... порами кожи
Если затянуть петлю потуже
Или же заклеить рты
Перевёрнутое заперто
Наши пра-пра-предки
Оставили свои метки
Медные монетки
Наглaдные пособия
Санта-Клаустрофобия
Рождённые в клетке
Кровоточит троеточие
С утра до ночи я рублю дрова
Wow! Под топор попала голова
Game o-ver!
Game o-ver!
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Давно ли ли вы были на лесоповале?
Стволы валили? Руки омывали
Реки крови
Да усы, да брови густые
Копыта, хвосты (yeah)
Падали кресты, костры горели
Хором мы пели
Но на самом деле - спали
Нас палили, чтобы
Всё выше и выше и выше
Было пламя
Красное знамя над нами
Красное знамя! (yeah)
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The Dream

I keep having the same dream,
Even Luc Besson hasn't seen anything like it.
If you closed your eyes,
The sky would be like crumpled foil,
With bright red snow.
Here, everything is always just "for",
Instead of the sun, a five-pointed star.
Everyone's afraid to be late,
To finish the song in time.
Everyone's lined up in a row,
Suffering from hemorrhoids in swarms.
They dig graves, they whine,
To be closer to the earth.
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The toilets are repainted,
In our city.
Lysergic porridges,
Masha's crying at the parade,
For God's sake,
Turn off the radioactive ones.
We can
Even breathe... through the pores of our skin,
If we tighten the noose,
Or seal our mouths shut.
The upside down is locked,
Our great-great-ancestors
Left their marks,
Copper coins,
Visual aids,
Santa-Claustrophobia,
Born in a cage,
An ellipsis bleeds.
From morning till night I chop wood,
Wow! A head fell under the axe.
Game over!
Game over!
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Have you been to the logging site lately?
Felled trees? Washed your hands,
In rivers of blood,
With thick mustaches and eyebrows,
Hooves, tails (yeah)
Crosses fell, bonfires burned,
We sang in chorus,
But in fact - we were sleeping,
They set us on fire, so that
Higher and higher and higher
The flame would be,
A red flag above us,
A red flag! (yeah)
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