Текст песни пролетарка, Алексей Пыльная Радуга Румянцев - грустная традиция

How many beautiful words were said
How many more hours are left for us
A simple question when? turned into how soon?
This is not a timelapse, this is not a slow mo
You were born, suffered and died
As if you had not understood anything in life
You will not be remembered under the coffin board
We are ready to nail it tighter.

eat or drink
let's have fun together
where there's granite there's a cross
sad tradition

We are a federation of sweets
Confederates of confetti
We are brothers, here's your cross
Don't believe, don't be afraid, don't ask

We
We are a federation of sweets
We
We are the presidents of Olivier
And these candy wrappers are everywhere
And this vodka on the ground
Crosses and flags, hundreds of slabs
I answer, God will forgive
I answer, God will forgive
I answer, God will forgive

Don't die, I asked you to
Don't go, I've forgiven everything (8 times)

I wasn't expecting a call, hello, how can I hear it
Forgive me, my beard is a piece of shit
Sometimes it's boring in the void
The hyphen on the stove needs to be refreshed

I decided to run off to Sasha and Yanka
It's time to remember jokes and drinking bouts
A keychain on my leg, a number on the nameplate
I'll dream of Thursday, we'll go for a walk

It's flying alumina wet expanse
So here we live a dead feast
Went to war is also awesome
Grieve fatter than salad

Caught a cold, melted trace, crying tradition
I am there, I am not superposition
Didn't wait for the bell, pressed into the wall
I am there so you know, don't be offended

Eat or drink if you want
Let's have fun together
Where there is granite, there is a cross
Sad tradition
Sad tradition
Sad tradition
Sad tradition