Текст песни atlantida project - Гвозди

The one walking on the ropes twisted by himself
From their own kind on the sly
Podzabornye selected rumors,
Maybe you have the strength to do so
To make it bad -
But I don't give a fuck.

Dirty soles of the tightrope walker
They will stain the fiber until it breaks.
Step by step, on the face - zero emotion:
A toothless conscience does not bite or gnaw -
Even sticking out the tongue does not give a muzzle.
The champion acrobat is breaking records again
Balances deftly, distorting the essence -
But he can't pull me on.

In cheese crumbs - holds floors,
Mousetraps didn't work:
Rat cheats without stopping
The supplies were gnawing - the sailors are angry.
After all, while knots were knitting on the deck,
The cowardly creatures sank their teeth,
Biting what you didn't get yourself
Preparing to run away, eyes flashing, tails between legs ...

The ship passed the rocks of the magnet -
Nails fluttered inside
And the heavy anchor broke off the chain so
That the captain fell on the bridge.

How many years cheated crooks
Lilo in the ears with broth and noodles, steeply boiled,
Saying, they say, mine is mine
And yours - let's talk?
How many more years do you want
Shall liars-hucksters give away the last?
Who has a more honest calculation?
Who knows how to vparivat better?
Hidden knives fly out from under the bosoms
Steamed with stolen ducats.
The compass arrow on the dial winds in circles:
Clockwise - and back, like a knurled one.
On the cheek he weighed the floor of a powerful "bream" -
Life plays basketball: throws, hits, rotates.
In the basket - later, and right now - with all the foolishness in the shield.
The rat gnawed the rope under it - let it squeak.

At the one walking on the ropes twisted by himself
From their own kind on the sly
Picked up rumors
Maybe you have the strength to do so
To make it bad -
But I don't give a fuck.