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Correct Life Game (Zhizn Igra) Lyrics
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Correct Life Game (Zhizn Igra)
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Nebo zatjanuli plotno tuchi Holodno segodnja. Hot' by luchik Sogrev, probezhal v mojo okno. No na ulice pasmurno I temno Dopivaju vino, beru mobil'nyj Vizhu sms ot svoej ljubimoj. Ona pishet: milyj, ja tak skuchaju Ja bez tebja zdes' odna pogibaju. Jeto moja vina ona tam odna A ja na gastroljah, mezhdu nami stena. Iz moego okna vizhu Krewatnik Sotni ognej. Ja ustal, hvatit! Mysli o nej. Da poshlo vsjo k chjortu! K chjortu gastroli, koncerty, rabotu! Ja ne mogu zhit' bez nejo, zhdi, skoro budu Solnce mojo. Bystro iz nomera vniz po lestnice Cherez resenpshn, ja na ulice Tam davno limuzin menja zhdjot Net, ne na koncert, a v ajeroport. Direktor rvjot telefona dinamiki Organizatory mechutsja v panike Ja sazhus' na rejs Kiev-Moskva Pohozhe, chto Timati soshjol s uma. [Pripev:] Ja bol'she ne mogu, s toboju byt' hochu Skazhi mne, ch'ja vina, ja odin I ty odna. K tebe opjat' lechu voplotit' svoju mechtu No zhizn' igraet v igru, ne obmanut' nam sud'bu. Zhizn'-igra, moja igra. Tri s polovinoj chasa bez sna Ja priletaju, v Moskve zima Po doroge v mashine smotrju na kol'co Sejchas podarju, I zhenjus', I vsjo. Svad'bu sygraem cherez tri nedeli V razgar sezona v Kurshavele Leto v Monte-Karlo, San Trope Vsjo jeto krutilos' v golove. Ja plyl po nochnoj Moskve prjamo k tebe Skvoz' hlop'ja snega v pustote Skvoz' sotni blokov spal'nyh rajonov Po doroge vzjal buket belyh pionov. Belyj - tvoj ljubimyj cvet Da - tvoj otvet. Ja prosto zajdu I skazhu "Privet". Net, ja vbegu, zakrichu "Sjurpriz". A ty zavizzhish', pobezhish' ko mne vniz. Vsjo, ostanovis', shofjor, domoj. Tri chasa nochi ty sam ne svoj So mnoj vsjo normal'no ja idu domoj Sdelat' ejo svoej zhenoj. Belyj mersedes stoit you doma Rjadom chjornyj bumer neznakomyj. Whose? Samoe glavnoe chto ona sejchas doma A jetot bumer naverno ejo znakomoj. Podhozhu, vstavljaju kljuch v zamok Dver' otkryta, chto za strannyj zvuk? Polumrak, vokrug svechi, blagovonija Ja terjaju dar rechi. Ona ne gotovilas' k jetoj vstreche Ne znala, chto ja budu v jetot vecher V golove mel'kajut sotni kartinok I vdrug ja vizhu paru chuzhih botinok Rezko ochen' sil'no szhimaet zheludok Ja dostaju stvol: "Derzhis', ubljudok!" Kak ona mogla? Nu derzhis', ubljudok. [Pripev:] (Dmitrij Klimashenko) Ja bol'she ne mogu, s toboju byt' hochu Skazhi mne, ch'ja vina, ja odin I ty odna. K tebe opjat' lechu voplotit' svoju mechtu No zhizn' igraet v igru, ne obmanut' nam sud'bu. Zhizn'-igra, moja igra. Dal'she tiho kradus' po lestnice Moja stal' gotova k dejstviju Jetot koridor privedjot menja k bedstviju Poh*j na vsjo, ja hochu videt' bestiju. Spal'na, krovat', na nej moja chika Sverhu na njom stonet diko Ja zahozhu prjamo bez stuka Tango vtrojom stancuem, suka? Ty predala menja, grjaznaja shljuha Dva patrona ej prjao v brjuho Dal'she hvataju ego prjamo za uho Ty znal, ch'ja ona?! Poluchi opeluhu On upal, srazu zanyl, chtoby ja ego otpustil. "Ja ejo trener! - on molil na kolenjah. Ne ubivaj, you menja den' rozhdenie! " A, den' rozhden'e, tak chtozh ty molchal Otmechaete. Chto ne pozval? Ladno, poluchi moj podarok, on zdes' Stal' I poroh, gremuchaja smes'. Otkroj ka rot, zakroj glaza Pora tebe na nebesa. "Gospodi Bozhe da chtozh ja nadelal? Chto tvoril ja sam ne vedal Sto let teper' goret' v adu" Ja sheptal, nahodjas' v bredu. Medlenno opustilsja na pol S nej na rukah, I zaplakal Odel ej kol'co, celoval ruki-nogi Vzvod omona uzhe byl na poroge. Mgnovennaja mysl': "Zachem dal'she zhit'? Mne nezachem, ne s kem, kogo mne ljubit'? Zachem mne byt'? Kuda mne plyt'? Nadejus' moi ljudi mne smogut prostit'. [Pripev:] Ja bol'she ne mogu, s toboju byt' hochu Skazhi mne, ch'ja vina, ja odin I ty odna. K tebe opjat' lechu voplotit' svoju mechtu No zhizn' igraet v igru, ne obmanut' nam sud'bu. Zhizn'-igra, moja igra. ___________________________________________ [English:] The sky was tightened densely with clouds Coldly today. Though luchik Having warmed, has run in my window. But in the street cloudy & darkly I finish drinking wine, I take mobile I see sms from favorite. It writes: the darling, I so miss Without you here; I perish. Its my fault we're alone. & I'm on tours, between us is a wall. From my window I see Krewatnik Hundreds fire. I am tired, I will suffice! Ideas on it. Yes all has gone to hell! To hell tours, concerts, work! I cannot live without it, wait, soon I shall My sun. Quickly from number downwards on a ladder Through resenpshn, I'm in the street There for a long time the limousine waits for me No, not on a concert, & in the airport. Director tears phone of dynamics Organizers mechutsja in a panic I sit down on flight Kiev-Moscow Similar, that Timati has gone mad. [Refrain:] I cannot any more, with you to be I want Tell to me, whose fault, I'm one and you're one. To you again I fly to embody the dream But the life plays game, to not deceive to us destiny. Life-game, my game. 3 & 1/2 hours without a dream I arrive, in Moscow winter On road to the machine I look at a ring Now I shall present, & I marry, & all. Wedding we shall play in 3 weeks During the high season in Kurshavele Summer to Monte-Carlo, the Dignity to the Track All it turned in a head. I floated across night Moscow directly to you Through hlop'ja snows in emptiness Through hundreds blocks of sleeping areas On road has taken a bouquet of white peonies. White - your favourite color Yes - your answer. I shall simply come and I shall tell "Greetings". No, I shall run in, I shall cry "Surprise". And you will begin to squeal, will run to me downwards. Everything, stop, the driver, home. 1: 00 in the morning; your not there With me all normally I go home To make its wife. A white Mercedes costs at the house Beside black bumer unfamiliar. Whose? The most important that it now at home And this bumer likely its friend. I approach, I insert a key into the lock The door is opened, what for a strange sound? Twilight, around of a candle, aroma I lose gift of speech. It did not prepare for this meeting Did not know, that I shall be this evening In a head hundreds pictures flash And suddenly I see pair another's a boot Sharply very strongly compresses a stomach I get a trunk: " Keep, the mongrel! " How it could? Well keep, the mongrel. Further I am silently stolen on a ladder My steel is ready to action This corridor will lead me to disaster Fuck everything, I wish to see the knave. Spal'na, a bed, on it my girl From above on it groans the b*st*rd I come directly without knock Tango 3 together we shall dance, Bitch? You have betraid me, the dirty wh*re 2 cartridges to it prjao in a belly Further it suffices directly for an ear You knew, whose it?! Receive opeluhu It has fallen, at once zanyl that I have released it. "I its trainer! - it asked in a lap. Do not kill, at me put a birth! " And, your birthday; so what you were silent Mark. What has not called? All right, receive my gift, it here Steel & gunpowder, rattling mix. Open your mouth, close your eyes It is time you go to heaven. "My God My God yes what have I done? That I created did not know 100 years now to burn in hell " I whispered, being in delirium. Has slowly lowered on a floor With it on hands, also has begun to cry Has dressed to it a ring, kissed hands-legs Platoon omona already was on a threshold. Instant idea: " What for further to live? I have, there is nobody, whom to love me? What for to me to be? Where to float? I hope my people can forgive me.
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