Текст песни Anacondaz feat. Карандаш - Стволы

Raise your guns. On the count of "Three!" - fire into the sky.
While the star falls, we'll make a wish and wait.
Raise your guns. On the count of "Three!" - fire into the sky.
When the ceiling crumbles, it will bury us all to hell.

I'll stand under the largest treetop,
Studded with bird feeders and crow nests.
And I'll stubbornly stand there until I can say the cherished word: "This means money."

It's hard to even imagine the effect,
If I were between namesakes at that moment.
Like a slot machine, a system crash,
Coins are pouring out - keep your pockets open.

I'll ride commuter trains all summer,
Randomly transferring from train to train. When the first three digits of the ticket number
Match the last three, I'll be at peace.

My conscience will be clear, and the expenses justified.
I'll do everything in my power as it should be.
Standing knee-deep in shards of broken dishes,
I'll do my best and wait for a miracle.

Raise your guns. On the count of "Three!" - fire into the sky.
While the star falls, we'll make a wish and wait.
Raise your guns. On the count of "Three!" - fire into the sky.
When the ceiling crumbles, it will bury us all.

Hey, fortune teller, tell me how to live from now on?
Decipher the blueprints on my palm.
Look into the past, find traces there.
Give me an answer: who I will become and who I was.

What? Is the line of the mind bending?
That means I have a brain in my head! And in my family, ignorance is not honored -
It's from the ancient Greeks, a Greek profile.

And the line of wealth winds at an angle
And, crossing fortune, resembles a dollar sign.
They say that's how the branches of the family tree grow,
I'm the second great-grandson of Rockefeller himself.

This isn't delusion or mania - fate is predetermined.
I believe in the prophecy and will simply wait,
As Venus, Saturn, and the Moon line up,
And the red dwarf will give me the signal.

Raise your guns. On the count of "Three!" - fire into the sky.
While the star falls, we'll make a wish and wait.
Raise your guns. On the count of "Three!" - fire into the sky.
When the ceiling collapses, it will bury us all.

And I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago. I have greedy eyes and a lazy ass.
I think I should get the most out of this life,
So I won't rip it off for a buck.

Don't be ridiculous!

My greedy paws prefer cards to the office Gestapo.
And I'll get it while you're still there.
Energy conservation!
Get it? When I have time.

I could use a little luck, or better yet, superpowers,
Not Spider-Man, but Basta Vasily.
On stage for exactly an hour—clean and beautiful.
I could do that too, if I could master the notes.

If only I could find a wallet or a suitcase full of money. -
Anything's better than working for someone else, advertising something,
Pressing someone off. Well, that's not my thing, not at all.
I believe I was born for something greater.

The genes of an ancient people, the blood of a monarch, run through my veins. Greatness abhors vanity, and you're a rich kid -
Pumped up by your salary, stupid and well-fed.
If I were you, I would have taken out a loan long ago...

So that I could make a down payment on another loan.
But you don't have the guts to bail later.
Now it's clear which of us is the real deal.
And I'll bide my time - without fuss or rush.

Raise your guns. On the count of "Three!" - fire into the sky.
While the star falls, we'll make a wish and wait.
Raise your guns. On the count of "Three!" - fire into the sky.
When the ceiling collapses, it will bury us all to hell.