Текст песни ES-parcet feat Shootniсk - Пока ты спишь

oh my God, how many of you, like cocks pecking each other
Neither God nor the world nor the judge nor the era will understand you
they don’t give a damn about it, because they cannot do otherwise
I do not often turn to you for good advice

can you arrange everything as it should, everything is true
but your sleep is as sound as highway jams
while you sleep, I lay my whole life on the minus
so that everyone would realize and wake up from a dream

but how glory and malice attract them
and yet their life was and will be pespont
and I know on a firm word, imitating myself,
that nothing good will come of this pack

and even though we get older, we still won't get wiser
so we will give way to delirium, this nonsense
no, I'm not sick, but in some places I really want to,
what would my business be called not show-off but creativity

fate under the beat is not easy
I took a step towards you again
and you still sleep as you slept
oh god give me back my paradise

while you sleep, your world no longer believes in you
and your saints are now in search of their pompeii
stupid parishioners bring tribute to your monastery
where its top keeps it carefully

and in this world all discoveries lead to granite
I don't want to be an actor, at least just a spectator
yes in the flesh of this world is full of both Stalin and Hitler
the essence of how pure water is not made of steel for us

we are tired and gaze with drunken eyes
waiting for happiness, in a series of tortures
oh if we knew, but not what is on the screen
did not look into the distance with their eyes, with a reflection of their sadness