Текст песни Симона Моно - ночью нас накроют последними бомбами

at night they will cover us with the last bombs ...
capturing half of the country, as if on call
come up to the floor, drowned bottom
-
look, thunder and lightning are throwing at us
our eyes are strung with bags,
bags filled with fatigue
if it turns out that we are in the underworld
let's kill the damn bald man
until we drown and
while still alive

shockwave ... we are on the lounge chairs
a house on a wave drifting and flying
until the submarine surfaced -
and the battery exploded
along with the eardrum
and killed a five year old child
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mess, like in a Tarantino movie
shells are thrown by a bomb from a springboard
already a funnel on the earlobe
still alive, but how long do we have left?

mru, feed the promises with a crumb of stale
already a voice like that of a consumptive
settle the attached thought,
that we won’t drown from pinpoint shelling
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I will forgive bravado in salty words,
if you drown, then in the sea of ​​untruth
so as not to choke on bitterness
sit with me at the foot of hell
and we will remember how close to midnight
the last shell fell on us ...

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