פאנצ'ים (Punchim) (превод на английски)

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Punches

(Spicy, sweet punchlines are
coming towards the face like it's a cream p..)
 
..ie, so why the whole media is beeping
Rubbing itself and philosophizing
Taking the focus from a pretty girl singing off-key
Distorts it's things, everything is for money, for cream
I don't need a caller or a public relations person that is flattering
You look a bit weak, take a blanket and a bonnet
A great lack of elegance,
cockfight over relevance
I can smell aggressive interests
When the truth will step into the light, it will come out burning
Quietly, we will see how every neighborhood in the country is joining
And there is an alternative, not another escapism from craziness
From the slapping reality, the self-righteous society
Please do not look for my words in any folder
Words that are covered with sand and tar
A fatty with an itch, the environment still doesn't get
that I was sketching the future while they were playing tag
Living on the border without the mire from the barn
Today I'm looking for a species that will balance the inside of the casing
Just like in the holy book, I'm not looking to abandon—the opposite
A thought turned into a dream, turned into a vision and here it comes
 
This bullshit isn't working on us
We don't buy this whole story, no
With 4,000 people or just the four of us
This bullshit isn't working on us
 
Spicy, sweet punchlines are
coming towards the face like it's a cream p..
 
..ie, I'm full, I don't need anything extra
I don't request another fake "thank you" and I don't look for a favored job
Sharpening the rhymes from the scrubbed floor
Until the ceiling is flooded, covering half of the house
My name is Nechi, hi, they talk about me
Sometimes as an angel, sometimes as Asmodeus
Yes, of course, I scender my wings
and my soul is floating in the atmosphere, and there is no synonym
Living my life quietly and breathing from the diaphragm
In the nights I was looking for someone to love me, a joyful and patting hand
When the madness is dripping like drops of explosive powder
Than the tempo is reviving my body and soul
From the dirty filth
Here the same missed perception
will build the same weak image
They told me: "Leave the mess and come tan on the balcony.."
Because peaceful agenda is the secret of the business
 
This bullshit isn't working on us
We don't buy this whole story, no
With 4,000 people or just the four of us
This bullshit isn't working on us
 
(Spicy, sweet punchlines
are coming towards the face like it's a cream pie
Until your girlfriend will not be able to walk
The son of a bitch has iron fists)
 
There is an exact strategy,
the career is well kept, advanced
Feel your command heating
Open the third eye and hear the soul breathing
You didn't bloom the wilderness so the wilderness remained wild
Silent land, we will execute the rebel this evening
(Pay!) attention, a man is thinking holding a microphone like a sword
(Pay!) bringing everything from no where, a eye on the scope
The hummus confuses, the tahini is stupefying for sure
Shigidi Shanvitz, let me talk to them honestly
Fuck it, the Remedy is in my hand, the finger isn't lifted
If my agenda is exaggerated or confiscated
come and raise the decibels
Let them wait until we spoil or get confused but..
 
This bullshit isn't working on us
We don't buy this whole story, no
With 4,000 people or just the four of us
This bullshit isn't working on us
 
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Публикувано от Alexey StrugatskiyAlexey Strugatskiy в(ъв)/на втор., 28/09/2021 - 08:52
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