Текст песни Elijah Crowe - Обрыв

get into the cart made of magnet and fly off the cliff
I'm sorry but I won't be able to leave nicely
we are supposed to scream but you are silent like a fish
a bunch of empty bottles or bushes with sprinkles
well look how cute there are butts springboards
on broken glass we are dispersed in earnest
syringes and blades won't ruin our wheels
we will not notice because we have long been accustomed to living like in an urn
and here we must try so as not to live like a loser
the fire in your chest won't melt belly fat
you see the shadow of your fate so tie it in a knot
to remember that we have extra load on the cart
then piss my friend
lower and closer to the bottom
and let us rumble so they hear in hell
under the lanterns spots on the orange asphalt
at the finish line will smear and crush us all
life rolled down the off-road to the cliff
and this speed scared gave rise to a cry
and in beautiful faces, periodontal disease and paralysis
you can throw out the belts
we didn't ask them
unconscious and drunk in a damped glade
you have to sign up for a crazy rally
love your way out will be unique
under the rims of the toilet, we fly away
show the blind what red is
tell the deaf man who bach and mozart are
ask the mute to quote someone
or ask me where is the happy road
after all, no matter how bone aches, the cruel cold
no matter how you wash your feet with rubble and gravel
landing his muzzle in acid puddles
be aware that it will get worse and worse
there is less hope that we will come to success
let us know the victory or try on the crown
I hardly have time to become an example for someone
and there is no more obvious and straighter road
oblivion is tempting as if the viking got sick
and sweep the garbage under our feet
reality slaps on the cheeks and looks so impudent
and a miscarriage is shoved into the festering bosom
you decided to fly out early
bye be patient
swallowing dust and drying out

chewing nails and wiping away tears
because over the years there is more salt than the dead sea
throwing his head back evaporates
and the feather grass dries up by the old path
white sky and smoke is thickening above us
hurry up, lead there a cliff awaits you