Текст песни MK - Холодное солнце

Chorus:

Cold sun
Cuts the dead dawn
All that we lived
Drink a stiletto with blood

Withered well
Paradise of Extinct Legends
Dusted
On the way where we are not

Cold sun
Cuts the dead dawn
Final sighs
Act last macbeth

Gospel singing for us
Through space and light
But the hour is too late
On their radars we are not

Part:

We are no longer on your radars
Smelling in narcolepsic fumes of the worlds
In my world - an act of non-verbal terrorism, the collapse
Replaces the prism of egocentrism
I live from a fit of tin to a local cataclysm
I am a loser behind my soul only charisma

I do not like so much as
Death will not dance on the ribs of polka
By how good is empty existence
Like from barking a wolf, from a goat of milk, empty creation
Eternity spitting infinity lethal errors
And fuck that you have all the Toshiba devices
just trying on my skin will you be knocked down
But you do not fuck what your skin for shilling
will sell you a cunt with a thread,
Yes, I’m pissing, unbearable, naive, pathetic, nasty
And better than haters I know the price of their habits
But at least I wouldn’t fuck in the text of your queens
Do not you wattakam lead me to the guillotine, scaffold
I’ve been sick of much in my life, but I have always been looking for an entrance
At the river ford, at the cost of nerves, money, spilling blood and sweat
I was raised in fairy tales about miracles
And then in fucking tears, he suffered because they do not exist
What a man sows, he reaps
Life like dice shuffles, throws
Someone is trying, by the rules of playing
Someone sows, and who manages to take their own

Chorus:
Cold sun
Cuts the dead dawn
All that we lived
Drink a stiletto with blood

Withered well
Paradise of Extinct Legends
Dusted
On the way where we are not

Cold sun
Cuts the dead dawn
Final sighs
Act last macbeth

Gospel singing for us
Through space and light
But the hour is too late
On their radars we are not