Текст песни Vik.Tory - День Дхаммы

Dhamma day
Jacob's Ladder to the Heights
The sun and the moon see asleep - dreams
Blind veins cut themselves
I choose three madness instead of zero

On another drunken night I'll end up with a can of ale
I'll end up with a pitiful ruble
Maple growing into bed
Laziness in a duel with laziness is not delusional
I choose my business instead of a hundred vanities

My freedom is not the fodder for old age revenge
My freedom is not a lot in market trading
Let it be as nimble as Messi and fierce as Messer
Let ecstasy under my feet

shouted

Were not agree with those who stung with speeches, fashioned pain with a word

ha ha ha ha ha

Let's get drunk
And sleep on the pier
What does it cost us?

On the day of the Dhamma
Gautama is fresh and light
Opening the cages of wisdom to the children of darkness
Lunar temple in shock
And I promise to run away today
If only someone gave a loan

We were like Dean and Sal in Mexican pubs weaving astral
After all, in every body there is Alma inmortal, right?
Bless me, don't be so timid, pa
Today I run away from the palace of reason

Ah! Sunflower

People have come up with many fairy tales like AIDS, good and evil.
Prozac is so sweet
In the hour of a restless, terrible dream
Pharmacies are like anglers - people are like baubles
Flawed beauty is not a machine of utopias
I choose essence over fake copies
Mind is not master, will is my sword and shield
Apartheid Angel Man, i'm beat, beat

Dhamma day
Jacob's Ladder to the Heights
The sun and the moon see asleep - dreams
Blind veins cut themselves
I choose three madness instead of zero

In every breath, the love that the mind cuts to profit
An orphaned crutch in a thirst for gunpowder
Few of us were laid in the pits as junk?
They didn’t drain the back, no matter how much the neck was washed
Drank their own business
Dalla dalla bill yo
I'll grow old like a feather grass like Neil Yang
A hundred wicks will light the flames of truthful words
In every spite, the executor at least hand over the box for scrap
How long the perfidious clown ruled the ball, he's sick
I choose now, I fire later
How long have we been taught by the bibles of sweat and blood
Virus exposed
Have a cigarette?

On Dhamma day we will be needles under the feet of ascetics
Pour the wine, you're a secret agent
We did not see the answer
Let's be ourselves, other roles are sung

Were not agree with those who stung with speeches, fashioned pain with a word

ha ha ha ha ha

Let's get drunk
And sleep on the pier
What does it cost us?

Dhamma day
Jacob's Ladder to the Heights
The sun and the moon see asleep - dreams
Blind veins cut themselves
I choose three madness instead of zero