Текст песни Эншпиль - Вавилон

Припев:
At the starting of the week.
At summit talks you'll hear them speak.
It's only Monday.
Negotiations breaking down.
See those leaders start to frown.
It's sword and gun day.
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

[Куплет 1]:
Пропал сон, мысли вон,
Для меня житуха - Вавилон.
Музыке поклон, рифмами, патронами,
Я буду заряжать извилины.

Если ты не веришь, как и я, от меня беги,
Я боли не гадал, как и где мне себя найти.
Просто надо было подниматься и идти,
Я видел звезды днем, они велели плыть.
И как бы не хотело время - Вечного вам не убить!

Улицы дарили грязь, кишили злом.
Мы будем убивать страх, будем двигать на пролом,
Как по мне, так мира сего нет -
И мы не в праве заблуждаться и придумывать ответ.

Как бы ты не хотел имея волю говорить,
Услышит тот тебя, что хочет слышать хочет победить.
Это же вечная война человека и бабла,
Меняем золото на то, что не купить нам никогда.

Припев:
At the starting of the week.
At summit talks you'll hear them speak.
It's only Monday.
Negotiations breaking down.
See those leaders start to frown.
It's sword and gun day.
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

[Куплет 2]:
А мы гуляли по полям, погладит ветер эту суть,
Разнесёт по городам. Добра не жди, когда-нибудь увижу.
Светлый горизонт подарит мне всё то, о чем мечтали вы давно -
И миру мира не видать, но...

Мы так-то призваны спасать больные души и мораль,
Вот бы нам взять и полетать над этим миром высоко.
Наследие веков, не расплескать бы до конца,
Освободится от оков, но.

Не так-то просто поменять мутное видение людей,
Но надо пробовать опять, опять, опять, опять, опять.
Пароли, провода меня несли по городам,
Я с этой музой навсегда, но.

Улицы демоны, в погоне за временем
И верили или не верили, на воле или за стенами,
Те головы, что запрели не разбудят в себе первого.

Припев [x2]:
At the starting of the week.
At summit talks you'll hear them speak.
It's only Monday.
Negotiations breaking down.
See those leaders start to frown.
It's sword and gun day.
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Chorus:
At the starting of the week.
At summit talks you'll hear them speak.
It's only Monday.
Negotiations breaking down.
See those leaders start to frown.
It's sword and gun day.
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

[Verse 1]:
Missing dream, thoughts out
For me, life is Babylon.
Music bow, rhymes, ammo,
I will charge the gyrus.

If you don’t believe, like me, flee from me,
I wondered how and where I could find myself.
I just had to get up and go,
I saw the stars during the day, they ordered to swim.
And no matter how much time wants - you cannot kill the Eternal!

The streets gave dirt, teeming with evil.
We will kill fear, we will move to the breach,
As for me, there’s no such world -
And we have no right to be mistaken and come up with an answer.

How would you not like to have the will to speak,
He who hears what he wants to hear wants to win.
This is the eternal war of man and the dough,
We exchange gold for something that we will never buy.

Chorus:
At the starting of the week.
At summit talks you'll hear them speak.
It's only Monday.
Negotiations breaking down.
See those leaders start to frown.
It's sword and gun day.
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

[Verse 2]:
And we walked through the fields, the wind strokes this essence,
Spread over the cities. Do not wait for good, someday I will see.
The bright horizon will give me everything that you have long dreamed of -
And the world does not see the world, but ...

We are so called to save sick souls and morality,
If only we could fly high above this world.
The legacy of the ages, would not splash to the end,
Freed from the shackles, but.

It’s not so easy to change people's blurred vision,
But we must try again, again, again, again, again, again.
Passwords, wires carried me around the cities
I'm with this muse forever, but.

Streets of demons chasing time
And believed or did not believe, in the wild or outside the walls,
Those heads that are barred will not wake up the first in themselves.

Chorus [x2]:
At the starting of the week.
At summit talks you'll hear them speak.
It's only Monday.
Negotiations breaking down.
See those leaders start to frown.
It's sword and gun day.
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late