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The Illusion of Safety

Сheap set of pleasures
Wholewheat phase 4
Mezzanine messiahs of the neighbourhood
I'm so glad to see you
 
Looking for evidence that I'm alive
Late-night pleasure
The rest laugh harder than I do
I don't laugh at weak jokes
It's already too late
Don't you listen?
 
I feel as if I'm talking to myself
And there's no way forward
 
So what do we do now?
We leave our windows open
And we don't have burglar-bars
 
I have family who are not blood
It doesn't help much for how I feel
You're lazy, you're selfish and you don't listen
 
Everything you get, you must
Throw out the window
We will sit around and make some noise
Repeat the same wisdom
You struggle to live In a dirty room
it's difficult to be yourself without direction
 
So what do we do now?
We leave our windows open
And we don't have burglar-bars
 
I have family who are not blood
It doesn't help much for how I feel
You're lazy, you're selfish and you don't listen
 
There is nothing that can stop us
We leave our windows open
And we don't have burglar-bars
 
I have family who are not blood
It doesn't help much for how I feel
You're slow, and you don't work well with others
 

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Captain Morgan

So bye,
The sun is shining
And the wind is rushing.
Through the sails from
 
And I'm lazy,
So very lazy,
So bring me to us.
Let me sleep.
 
Today he is commanding this ship,
He who created this riot in the brain.
Salesmen of mad dogs,
Curtisans who offer love.
 
Our party ship, burns,
We are pirates of seven seas.
Who does not go with the captain
Ends up wrong at the bottom like a stone.
 
{Ref}
It's like a dream
With Captain Morgan,
The king of the sea, the master of the oceans.
All night and day
With Captain Morgan,
We will arrive in the harbor until morning.
 
The orchestra plays the rhythm
Tubes, bagpipes and drums playing.
I play cards, I drink rum,
Maybe we will become sleeping gums.
 
On my face,
I'm waving the white flag to heaven
My head hurts, my lung burns
This sail is going to lead us back.
 
{Ref.}
 
From the wooden deck,
Already beating the flames,
The orchestra plays quiet.
 
Our ship sinks,
But it does not bother us,
I will be the last captain on board
 
{Ref.}
 

Моя беда

У меня нету смелости, чтобы выйти на твой путь,
Каждое твое состояние уводит меня с пути.
Я не осмеливаюсь взглянуть,
Твой ветер без огня тушит меня.
 
Чтобы я ни делал, я не могу найти твою дорогу,
Не могу спросить про тебя у кого-нибудь.
Чтобы я ни делал, не могу забыть тебя,
Тоска любви убивает меня.
 
Моя беда, моя беда.
Ах, ты разрешена для моей души.
Я не могу спастись от твоего горя, от твоих грехов,
Грехи на меня, моя беда.
 
У меня нет выхода, нет пути.
Я остался без надежды на жизнь без тебя.
Я в твоем горе, все мои дни омрачены.
Тоска убивает меня.
 

You know who you are

I've traveled so far to reach you,
I know your name.
They've stolen your heart (from you)
You've become someone else
Have you forgotten who you are ?
No, you know who you are
 
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Like the sachero cat

I'm like the cat of the hill
who knows where my cave is?
If amidst pastures, thickets
by quebrachales or breñas
but if you know how to love me
you shall find me, my lady (litteraly: my owner)
 
Look for me in the thick hill (wood),
don't look for me in the footprint,
that love has its bends
where the souls meet.
 
Hunteress of my life
I wait for you in my lair.
 
My heart like ulúa
and fragrant open flower
quischcaloro bursting
little pigeons that wake up.
 
Come on, if you forget me
my pains become thorns.
 
In the thick vegetation of the hill (wood)
nobody knows my complaints
any branch shelters me,
If greed encloses me
I just fear the cold
of your forgetfulness and your absence.
 
But give me your love
to join our paths
that in the breñal of life
my pain turns into love.
 
My branch stirred with the wind
it seems that it beckons you.
 
My nails keep caresses,
my eyes drops of stars,
the night sings in murmurs
the beats of my wait.
 
And the tree of my lair
will have a new flower with you.