Цветокор - Naitivihod перевод на английский

Цветокор

Это было давно и неправда
Это просто какой-то вздор
Я запомнил модель твоей камеры
Свет и звук, монтаж, цветокор
Фотофильтры, хэштеги, порядок
Всех твоих постов инстаграма
Ненавязчивый тон разговора
И блики в витринах рекламных баннеров
Откатилась ульта, и в бой
Будь осторожен, следи за собой
Обойдёмся сегодня без крови
Неделю без слёз? Ну, ебать, ты герой!
В запотевших стёклах в автобусах
Что несут нас медлительно вдоль
Оголённого парка победы
Раздаётся мучительный вой

Я в закрытых кинотеатрах (вне)
У курилок любимых баров (ве)
Чёрт возьми, у себя на балконе
(Со-мос-ти)
Томно взгляды кидаю на небо (у)
Глаза мечутся как сумасшедшие (не)
Я, кидая окурок, сгораю (си)
(Меня)

Может, просто забыл по привычке
Что во всём виноват я был сам
Это не шутки, девчонки, мальчишки
Энтропия тут, как плацдарм
А я, медленно-медленно тлею
Как окурок, подкуренный дважды
Просто зритель на крае Вселенной
Не попавший на вернисаж

Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language you know
Staying in my color direction, you'll be in direction
Another direction, you want to be mine
Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language you know
Staying in my color direction, you'll be in direction
Another direction, you want to be mine

Всё, что останется после было до нас тобой
И всё поперечное встанет в строй
Напротив встанет и скажет
"Бблять, ну и кто ты такой?"
На багряном небе листвой
Прошлое тянет нас вниз за собой
С пепельным дымом и каплями воска
Что на ладонях будто короста

Ты красива и так молода (тан)
Бьёшься о камни ты будто волна (цуй)
Да и всё ведь ты знаешь сама
(Без меня)
Просто молча читай между строк (не)
Ну а слёзы уйдут в водостоки (лю)
Слепо веря иду на восток (би)
(Меня)

I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I've pulled myself so far
I'll make you face this now

Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language you know
Staying in my color direction, you'll be in direction
Another direction, want to be mine
Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language you know
Staying in my color direction, you'll be in direction
Another direction, want to be mine

Color Correction

It was a long time ago and not true
It's just some kind of nonsense
I remember the model of your camera
The light and sound, the editing, the color correction
The photo filters, the hashtags, the order
Of all the posts on your Instagram feed
The casual tone of your conversation
And the reflections in the windows of advertising banners
The ult has rolled back, and into battle
Be careful, watch yourself
We'll do without the blood today
A week without tears? Well, damn, you're a hero!
In the fogged-up windows of the buses
That carry us slowly past
The bare Victory Park
A heart-wrenching howl is heard

I'm in the closed movie theaters (outside)
At the smoking sections of your favorite bars (inside)
Hell, on my own balcony
(Co-mo-sti)
I gaze wistfully at the sky (but)
My eyes dart around like a madman (not)
I burn as I flick away the cigarette (me)
(Myself)

Maybe I just forgot out of habit
That I was to blame for it all
This is no joke, girls and boys
Entropy is here, like a stronghold
And I'm slowly, slowly smoldering
Like a cigarette that's been lit twice
Just a spectator on the edge of the universe
Who didn't make it to the opening

Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language you know
Staying in my color direction, you'll be in direction
Another direction, you want to be mine
Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language you know
Staying in my color direction, you'll be in direction
Another direction, you want to be mine

All that will remain after you and I were before
And all that is transverse will stand in line
Will stand opposite and say
"Damn, who are you, anyway?"
On the crimson sky with leaves
The past drags us down with it
With ashen smoke and drops of wax
That are like a scab on your palms

You are beautiful and so young (dance)
You beat against the stones like a wave (tsunami)
And you know everything yourself
(Without me)
Just read silently between the lines (not)
And the tears will go down the drains (love)
Blindly believing, I walk east (me)
(Myself)

I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I've pulled myself so far
I'll make you face this now

Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language you know
Staying in my color direction, you'll be in direction
Another direction, want to be mine
Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language you know
Staying in my color direction, you'll be in direction
Another direction, want to be mine