A keresés eredménye

Van’ka

Chorus:
Turn off the light! Everything was summed up!
No results, as it should be,
It is long away from common demagogy to matter
And again, of course, it’s not easy for everyone, I understand...s...
 
It is easier to talk, to live in closet,
Everybody wish to get work in internet,
To double up fingers skilfully, for money for sure,
And everybody hope, maybe, for Ivan the fool!
 
Chorus:
Turn off the light! Everything was summed up!
No results, as it should be,
It is long away from common demagogy to matter
And again, of course, it’s not easy for everyone, I understand...s...
 
And Van’ka, who is on the oven, is reading press,
His interests already changed.
‘Made in China’ on the bast shoes and no one weaves the bast,
And no one plows, no one sows, no one grows and no one reaps.
 
Chorus:
Turn off the light! Everything was summed up!
No results, as it should be,
It is long away from common demagogy to matter
And again, of course, it’s not easy for everyone, I understand...s...
 
They got lots of phrases, monk forms,
There are to much of American words, it’s became ok
He isn’t bored of it, I have already broken my tongue,
And Russian Van’ka the fool, has already got used to.
 
Chorus:
Turn off the light! Everything was summed up!
No results, as it should be,
It is long away from common demagogy to matter
And again, of course, it’s not easy for everyone, I understand...s...
 

Matches

If you do nothing bad
And say nothing foul
Maybe you'll be loved, maybe you'll be respected
And it's likely they'll grab your tail as they say their farewells
 
Yes, the algorithm's simple and it is the basis
It's cool, wonderful, and all in all amazing
If you do nothing bad
And say nothing foul
 
chorus
 
Hey, take these wet matches
My cold water
All my bad habits
And this ill freedom
Hey, why are you crawling out of your skin
It's fairly comfortable in there
You and me, we're alike
And seemingly both free
 
So why are you giving me recipes for happiness
To walk to the edge of the world in smoldering heat and disaster
Let's get away, go on, put your backpack on
Just stop with this demagoguery
 
Maybe it's true, the word came first
But is there a difference when the words have no meaning
I keep telling you again and again
Do nothing bad
 
chorus
 
Hey, take these wet matches
My cold water
All my bad habits
And this ill freedom
Hey, why are you crawling out of your skin
It's fairly comfortable in there
You and me, we're alike
And seemingly both free