1. |
Toast
01:51
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Toast
Я пью за разорённый дом, (I drink to this ruined home)
За злую жизнь мою, (To my evil life)
За одиночество вдвоём, (To our mutual loneliness)
И за тебя я пью,— (And I drink to you—)
За ложь меня предавших губ, (To the lie from the lips that betrayed me)
За мертвый холод глаз, (To the deadly coldness of your eyes)
За то, что мир жесток и груб, (To the fact that the world is cruel and crude)
За то, что Бог не спас. (To the fact that God did not save us)
Последний тост, Последний тост (Final toast… final toast)
Я пью за разорённый дом, (I drink to this ruined home)
За злую жизнь мою, (To my evil life)
За одиночество вдвоём, (To our mutual loneliness)
И за тебя я пью,— (And I drink to you—)
За ложь меня предавших губ, (To the lie from the lips that betrayed me)
За мертвый холод глаз, (To the deadly coldness of your eyes)
За то, что мир жесток и груб, (To the fact that the world is cruel and crude)
За то, что Бог не спас. (To the fact that God did not save us)
Последний тост, Последний тост (Final toast… final toast)
Последний тост, Последний тост (Final toast… final toast)
–Anna Akhmatova, translation by Jenny Wade
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2. |
Kishki
02:23
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Kishki
я спросила почему ты такое далеко
(I asked you why you are so far away)
ты сказал что я уродлива когда я очень толстая
(You said that I’m ugly when I’m fatter)
в тот момент я ненавидела тебя
(at that moment I hated you)
ярость наполнила вены
(my veins filled with rage)
тогда ненавидела только себя
(then I hated only myself)
хотела порезать себе живот
(wanted to cut my stomach)
выплеснуть мои кишки
(spill my guts)
съешь мои кишки
(eat my guts)
ты ненавыстная пизда
(you are a hateful cunt)
иди на хуй сейчас
(go fuck yourself. Now)
Cha Cha Cha
я спросила почему ты такое далеко
(I asked you why you are so far away)
выплеснуть мои кишки
(spill my guts)
съешь мои кишки
(eat my guts)
Cha Cha Cha
Cha Cha Cha (x3)
я спросила почему ты такое далеко
(I asked you why you are so far away)
Cha Cha Cha (x4)
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3. |
Tikho
01:10
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Tikho
Living slow in between the folds
stretched days thick nights dark & slow
тихо (quietly) тихо (quietly)
Slackened hours edge's cannot hold
spent time congeals thick & slow
тихо (quietly) тихо (quietly)
Saved by the ritual of a soft boiled egg
lick that yolk from your finger ends
тихо (quietly) тихо (quietly)
Living slow in between the folds
stretched days thick nights dark & slow
тихо (quietly) тихо (quietly)
тихо (quietly) тихо (quietly)
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4. |
A Line
01:43
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A line
I'm sharing with a lynn
something
a line in linear time
clam up sweet child
these ears are not my own
I'll fill that mouth with pearls
I'm sharing with a lynn
something
a line in linear time
what do you want to be
when you're all grown up
it doesn't matter it doesn't matter
shit body shit
shit body shit
shitting grape vines (×4)
I'm sharing with a lynn
something
a line in linear time
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Jam
01:43
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Jam
Mmm hun can't jam today
блять сука mein kopf tut weh
(Shit bitch my head hurts)
Cop-и свиньи (cops are pigs) Spade's a spade
сука сука сука mein kopf tut weh
(Bitch bitch bitch my head hurts)
Oh hun can't jam today
блять сука mein kopf tut weh
(Shit bitch my head hurts)
в п у (ACAB) Cot to grave
сука сука сука mein kopf tut weh
(Bitch bitch bitch my head hurts)
cука… stop
Stop hun can't jam today
блять сука mein kopf tut weh
(Shit bitch my head hurts)
Pork полиция (police) Bend and break
сука сука сука mein kopf tut weh
(Bitch bitch bitch my head hurts)
сука
сука mein kopf tut weh
сука mein kopf tut weh
сука сука сука
сука сука сука
Stop
Oh hun can't jam today can't jam today can't jam today
блять сука mein kopf tut weh
(Shit bitch my head hurts)
Cop-и свиньи (cops are pigs) Spades a spade
сука сука сука mein kopf tut weh
(Bitch bitch bitch my head hurts)
Stop
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