Текст песни ХулиGUNS - Падало небо

Verse 1

in their native land haymaking and children chasing the ball barefoot
even in the fall of good ideas, rivers dried up
the string was torn and the song died in the process of conception
and I sang in defiance, breaking into laughter or crying
the dust settled by a heavy rainstorm to the primer
the cat sticks to the skin and conscience presses like a shoulder the butt of a rifle
we have become callous you feel and ask what is with us
just missed the train to the land of joy
in the center of magnetic storms, a compass is spinning inside human passions
and the heart, as usual, fights the brain without a chance
a hundred miles is not a hook for mad dogs
but the feeling is that running in a circle and not in a straight line
lame wind throws cellophane under feet over
the shadows of the clouds play with the spirits of those long gone
worlds palaces left behind the line
We sell more, but the world is not the same for a long time

verse 2

The sky fell on the heads of the naked and clothed
I gently hooked nails that were not finished to the floor like songs that were not finished
Frisky century takes an advance payment for speed for kitsch and for fashion
The midshipman was the first to jump overboard, sensing the bad
Bright leggings and cuffs at the ball at Her Majesty's mediocrity
Marketian and PR of their worthless asses are held in high esteem
But fortunately I am among those who still twitch have not yet surrendered
prophetic dreams and warm things on the road that promise to be distant
from togobo river banks the forefathers waved their hands
the water drifted downstream to the source to return to
but the songs died in the throats for you like carrion
Sa sky with stretch ceilings everything fell)
crimson red will blow up this season
horizon sunsets atomic mushrooms
and through the souls all good things will flow out on the sand
and then let's see who is right and who is dead

Chorus

the sky fell on burnt shoulders contour
the sun shone brightly overhead
wanted to change the world but it remained the same
and now each other's pawns ...

the smile between the cars is muffled by the noise of the wheels
and who took and set fire to our thatched bridge
the usual course of thoughts has long been distorted
the sky fell on the contour of the burned shoulders