Текст песни DLZ. - On the radio
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Congratulations on the mess you made of things Поздравляю тебя с беспорядком, который ты устроил, On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings Пытаясь перестроить эту атмосферу и её последствия. And oxidation is the compromise you own Окисление — единственный компромисс, который у тебя есть, But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones Но по ощущениям это начинает походить на чувства собаки, требующей свои кости... Say Скажи... You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds Ты заглушаешь свой пыл, а потом опровергаешь свои поступки, Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds Из-за своих методов ты окончательно отказываешься от своих убеждений. And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds А судьба стремится заполнить вакуум, которым она питает всё вокруг, But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead Это начинает походить на чувства собаки, потерявшей поводок... Just say Лишь скажи... This is beginning to feel Это начинает походить Like the long winded blues of the never На затянувшуюся тоску по невозможному. This is beginning to feel Начинает казаться, Like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke Что она медленно обвивается вокруг твоего горла, чтобы придушить... This is beginning to feel Это начинает походить Like the long winded blues of the never На затянувшуюся тоску по невозможному, Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture Почти неконтролируемый локомотив, захватывающий все внимание And blowing the crows, the smoke И разгоняющий дымом ворон... This is beginning to feel Это начинает походить Like the long winded blues of the never На затянувшуюся тоску по невозможному. Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken Взрыв от помех призван сокрушить сломленных And shoving their souls to ghost И превратить их души в призраки... Eternalized, objectified Увековеченный, олицетворенный, You set your sights so high Ты поставил себе столь благородные цели. But this is beginning to feel Но это начинает походить Like the bolt busted loose from the lever На болт, вывернувшийся из рычага... Never mind, death professor Не думай об этом, специалист по смертям, Your structure's fine, my dust is better Твои методы неплохи, но я могу лучше. Your victim flies so high Твои жертвы взлетают так высоко All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next Лишь только чтобы с высоты птичьего полета посмотреть, кто следующий... Never you mind, death professor Не думай об этом, специалист по смертям, Love is life, my love is better Любовь — это жизнь, и моя любовь лучше. Your victim flies so high Твои жертвы взлетают так высоко, Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next Глаза могут быть бриллиантами, сбитыми с толку тем, кто же следующий... Never you mind, death professor Не думай об этом, специалист по смертям, Your shocks are fine, my struts are better Ты неплохо впечатляешь людей, но я еще лучше могу разрушить это впечатление. Your fiction flies so high Твои сплетни распространяются так далеко, Y'all could use a doctor who's sick who's next? Что ты мог бы притворится доктором: "Кто болен? Кто следующий?" Never you mind, death professor Не думай об этом, специалист по смертям, Electrified, my love is better Бессмертная, моя любовь лучше. It's crystallized, so am I Она вечная, как и я сам, All could be the diamond fused with who's next Все могло бы стать бриллиантом, слившимся с тем, кто следующий... This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever [3x] |
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Congratulations on the mess you made of things
Congratulations on the mess you made
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings
Trying to rebuild this atmosphere and its consequences.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
Oxidation is the only compromise you have
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones
But it feels like it starts to feel like a dog requiring its bones ...
Say
Tell me ...
You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds
You drown your fervor and then refute your actions
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
Because of your methods, you finally give up your beliefs.
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
And fate seeks to fill the vacuum with which it feeds everything around,
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead
It starts to feel like a dog who has lost a leash ...
Just say
Just say ...
This is beginning to feel
It starts to sound like
Like the long winded blues of the never
The prolonged longing for the impossible.
This is beginning to feel
Begins to seem
Like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke
That she slowly wraps herself around your throat to strangle ...
This is beginning to feel
It starts to sound like
Like the long winded blues of the never
To the prolonged longing for the impossible
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
An almost uncontrolled locomotive that catches all attention
And blowing the crows, the smoke
And a raven dispersing smoke ...
This is beginning to feel
It starts to sound like
Like the long winded blues of the never
The prolonged longing for the impossible.
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken
The explosion from interference is designed to crush the broken
And shoving their souls to ghost
And turn their souls into ghosts ...
Eternalized, objectified
Immortalized, personified,
You set your sights so high
You set yourself such noble goals.
But this is beginning to feel
But it starts to resemble
Like the bolt busted loose from the lever
To the bolt twisted out of the lever ...
Never mind, death professor
Don’t think about it, death specialist,
Your structure's fine, my dust is better
Your methods are not bad, but I can do better.
Your victim flies so high
Your victims soar high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
Just to see from a bird's eye who is next ...
Never you mind, death professor
Don’t think about it, death specialist,
Love is life, my love is better
Love is life, and my love is better.
Your victim flies so high
Your victims soar high
Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next
Eyes can be diamonds, confused by those who are next ...
Never you mind, death professor
Don’t think about it, death specialist,
Your shocks are fine, my struts are better
You impress people pretty well, but I can even better destroy that impression.
Your fiction flies so high
Your gossip goes so far
Y'all could use a doctor who's sick who's next?
What could you pretend to be a doctor: "Who is sick? Who is next?"
Never you mind, death professor
Don’t think about it, death specialist,
Electrified, my love is better
Immortal, my love is better.
It's crystallized, so am I
She is eternal, like myself
All could be the diamond fused with who's next
Everything could become a diamond, merged with the one who is next ...
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever [3x]
