More songs by emoslut666
Description
The words seem to melt into smoke, but the mood is immediately apparent - a night-time search for that one person who constantly slips away. All around - the moon, the foggy sky, cigarettes with a taste of bitter truth. It all sounds like a confession that slipped out at the most inopportune moment: raw, slightly chaotic, but all the more honest for it.
It seems that reality is blurred - either the acid smoke or my own tears are preventing me from seeing the road. But in this blurred world, there is constant movement: footsteps under the moon, letters that no one will read, and the eternal ‘searched’ that rhymes with ‘lost.’ The music walks a fine line between despair and hope, as if the air itself vibrates with unspoken words.
The irony of fate is that the most personal experiences turn out to be louder than any words. When there is nothing left to explain, all that remains is to walk into the night, to the sound of your own echo and the rhythm of the beat, which reminds you that your heart is still beating.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I got you moves, I touch you face, I shut you blues, I suck you spice.
Я бывал всегда, я бывал со мной, я искал всегда, но где ты мной?
I die tonight, I see too fine, I like tonight, my heart burns tight.
I suppose my lips, I say goodbye, I die tonight, but not tonight. Твои глаза, что без меня.
Сила огня, твои глаза, что без меня.
Скричер, скричер, где ты, милость, полуспальню? Полуголый, простая, села в снежном материале.
Хорошо, хорошо, братец скушал весь кефирчик, но не хочет чмок и чмок.
Если честно, я офигел.
Я искал тебя, ходил и плакал под луной. Я скурил все сигареты, прощальное письмо.
Я искал тебя, ходил и плакал под луной. Я скурил все сигареты, они были с кислотой.
Я искал тебя, ходил и плакал под луной. Я скурил все сигареты, прощальное письмо.
Я искал тебя, ходил и плакал под луной. Я скурил все сигареты, они были с кислотой.
English translation
I got you moves, I touch you face, I shut you blues, I suck you spice.
I have always been, I have always been with me, I have always searched, but where are you with me?
I die tonight, I see too fine, I like tonight, my heart burns tight.
I suppose my lips, I say goodbye, I die tonight, but not tonight. Your eyes, what without me.
The power of fire, your eyes, what without me.
Screecher, screecher, where are you, my lord, half-bedroom? Half naked, simple, sat down in snowy material.
Okay, okay, brother ate all the kefir, but he doesn’t want a smack and a smack.
To be honest, I was blown away.
I looked for you, walked and cried under the moon. I smoked all the cigarettes, a farewell letter.
I looked for you, walked and cried under the moon. I smoked all the cigarettes, they were with acid.
I looked for you, walked and cried under the moon. I smoked all the cigarettes, a farewell letter.
I looked for you, walked and cried under the moon. I smoked all the cigarettes, they were with acid.