More songs by NDX A.K.A.
Description
Love is like an old cassette tape: it hisses a little, sometimes chews up the film, but it still plays the same melody that makes you tremble inside. There was a time when "forever" meant something - pure, honest, almost sacred. Now only echoes remain: voices, fragments of phrases, a slightly muffled rhythm of memories. He sings as if thru the smoke of an evening campfire - about how everything was simple until it became complicated. Promises that didn't stand the test of time, Mom's "don't do that," and endless attempts to be strong when the heart had long given up. There is reconciliation in this sound - not with the pain, but with the fact that pain is also part of love. A little sadness, a little weariness, a little warmth - as if he's resigned, but still waiting. Because even if it didn't work out, the song still plays.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Жил на свете человек впечатлительный
Любым советам следовал неукоснительно
Он от этого и умер вообще-то, видимо
По совету из ютубовского видео
Написал тот человек в завещании
Чтоб на повторе от начала до окончания
Этот трек играл на похоронной церемонии
И чтоб гости плясали все и не филонили!
Cо всей дури, чтоб силы не экономили!
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Не жди, пока состаришься, скорей умри!
Жаль, что твои родители не сhildfree
Гори в аду, в аду гори!
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Не жди, пока состаришься, скорей умри!
Жаль, что твои родители не сhildfree
Гори в аду, в аду гори!
Cатана напевает эту пеcню в душе
Пока жена ему готовит на кухне кушать
Она знает, чем порадовать на ужин мужа
И доcтает из морозилки твою злую душу
Пока в раковине тает кровавый лёд
Он шампунь с экcтрактом жожоба берёт
И намылившиcь веcь, от рогов до копыт
С закрытыми глазами то поёт, то cвиcтит
То зарычит, то как райcкая птичка
Мотивчик адcки прилипчив
Наcтроение проcто отличное
Мелодично журчит водичка
А на кухне cтучит молоток шипаcтый
На кухне шипит в сковородке масло
Там - дым коромыслом и пахнет вкусно
Когда повар от Бога, еда - искусство
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Не жди, пока состаришься, скорей умри!
Жаль, что твои родители не сhildfree
Гори в аду, в аду гори!
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Не жди, пока состаришься, скорей умри!
Жаль, что твои родители не сhildfree
Гори в аду, в аду гори!
Люцифер уже смыл кондиционер
В зеркало посмотрел, видит - располнел!
Полотенце Снял с крючка на стене
Вытер голову и тело, халат надел
Сел за стол, налил для аппетита 100
Из большой бутылки с перевернутым крестом
От ароматов урчит желудок пустой
А ты такой кричишь ему с блюда
"Стой! Нож не трожь, рот закрой, вилку не втыкай
Не такой уж я плохой, мне надо в рай!"
Сатане не впервой слышать эту срань
Из рюмки крепкий настой льется через край
Прямо в рот, вот и всё, выпит аперитив
Он мурлычет под нос все тот же мотив
Сейчас они подкрепятся с женой нормально
И отправятся антихриста делать в спальню
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Не жди, пока состаришься, скорей умри!
Жаль, что твои родители не сhildfree
Гори в аду, в аду гори!
Послушай мой совет в формате мр3
Не жди, пока состаришься, скорей умри!
Жаль, что твои родители не сhildfree
Гори в аду, в аду гори!
English translation
Once upon a time there lived an impressionable man
Followed any advice strictly
He actually died from this, apparently.
Based on advice from a YouTube video
That man wrote in his will
So that on repeat from beginning to end
This track was played at the funeral ceremony
And so that the guests all dance and don’t show off!
With all the foolishness, so as not to save energy!
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Don't wait until you're old, die soon!
It's a pity that your parents are not childfree
Burn in hell, burn in hell!
Listen to my advice in mp3 format
Don't wait until you're old, die soon!
It's a pity that your parents are not childfree
Burn in hell, burn in hell!
Satan hums this song in his soul
While his wife is preparing food for him in the kitchen
She knows what to please her husband for dinner
And takes your evil soul out of the freezer
While the bloody ice melts in the sink
He takes shampoo with jojoba extract
And lathered all over, from horns to hooves
With his eyes closed, he sings and whistles
Sometimes it growls, sometimes like a bird of paradise
The tune is sticky as hell
The mood is just great
The water gurgles melodiously
And in the kitchen a spiked hammer is knocking
In the kitchen, oil is sizzling in a frying pan.
There is smoke like a rocker and it smells delicious
When the cook is from God, food is art
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Don't wait until you're old, die soon!
It's a pity that your parents are not childfree
Burn in hell, burn in hell!
Listen to my advice in mp3 format
Don't wait until you're old, die soon!
It's a pity that your parents are not childfree
Burn in hell, burn in hell!
Lucifer has already washed off the conditioner
He looked in the mirror and saw that he had gained weight!
Towel taken from the hook on the wall
He dried his head and body and put on his robe.
I sat down at the table and poured 100 for my appetite.
From a large bottle with an inverted cross
The aromas make my stomach growl
And you're shouting at him from the dish
"Stop! Don't touch the knife, close your mouth, don't stick the fork in
I’m not that bad, I need to go to heaven!”
This is not the first time Satan has heard this crap.
A strong infusion overflows from a glass
Straight into your mouth, that's all, drink an aperitif
He purrs the same tune under his breath
Now he and his wife will eat normally
And they will go to make the Antichrist in the bedroom
Listen to my advice in mp3 format
Don't wait until you're old, die soon!
It's a pity that your parents are not childfree
Burn in hell, burn in hell!
Listen to my advice in mp3 format
Don't wait until you're old, die soon!
It's a pity that your parents are not childfree
Burn in hell, burn in hell!