More songs by Zvonkiy
Description
Somewhere between the midnight lights and the deafening silence, you get the feeling that an engine has been started inside you. Everything trembles, sparks fly, your heart races in the red zone - and you want it to never end. No half measures, just “zero to a hundred” in a couple of breaths. Adrenaline instead of coffee, illusions instead of sleep.
Let the bridges creak and the angels fall asleep at their posts - who said you need to sleep when you can fly? In this music, everything sounds like a party without a schedule: a little fragility, a little madness, and just enough honesty to believe that we are truly alive.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Я так люблю от нуля до ста. Иллюзия полета в городских тисках.
Я к свету на пути, пока ангел спал. Не кидал никогда, но свое достал.
И восполняя вновь дефицит тепла, я вычислю своих, остальное благ.
Рядом только те, чьи горят глаза. Та, что в сердце знает. Чистый адреналин.
Мы не умеем спать.
Губы на вкус твои пробую опять. Чистый адреналин.
Мы не умеем спать.
Губы на вкус твои пробую опять, пробую опять.
Время расставляет все по местам. Напишу о том, как с тобой взлетал.
Скрежетал, как опора моста. Где я был, с кем я был и кем я стал.
Мы плыли бы сном, пели баю-бай, как будто кино не перемотал, как будто игра, где выиграл супер джекпот.
Чистый адреналин. Мы не умеем спать.
Губы на вкус твои пробую опять. Чистый адреналин. Мы не умеем спать.
Губы на вкус твои пробую опять, пробую опять. Чистый адреналин.
Мы не умеем спать. Губы на вкус твои пробую опять. Чистый адреналин. Мы не умеем спать.
Губы на вкус твои пробую опять, пробую опять.
English translation
I love from zero to one hundred so much. The illusion of flight in the city's grip.
I was on my way to the light while the angel was sleeping. I never threw it, but I got mine.
And replenishing the heat deficit again, I will calculate my own, the rest is good.
Nearby are only those whose eyes are burning. The one who knows in the heart. Pure adrenaline.
We don't know how to sleep.
I taste your lips again. Pure adrenaline.
We don't know how to sleep.
I taste your lips again, I try again.
Time puts everything in its place. I’ll write about how I took off with you.
It creaked like a bridge support. Where I was, who I was with and who I became.
We would float in our sleep, singing bye-bye, as if the movie had not rewound, as if it were a game where we won the super jackpot.
Pure adrenaline. We don't know how to sleep.
I taste your lips again. Pure adrenaline. We don't know how to sleep.
I taste your lips again, I try again. Pure adrenaline.
We don't know how to sleep. I taste your lips again. Pure adrenaline. We don't know how to sleep.
I taste your lips again, I try again.