Kult - Na Łódce W Oslo Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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On a Boat in Oslo

I don't give a shit about my lyrics
They're somewhat helpless creations
That's why the way I treat others
That, what I do, causes mass horror
 

I don't give a shit about my lyrics
I'm looking for God, and He is very close
How much I poisoned your lives
Bad text messages are my environment
 

So what, we'll write a book about me
I'm surrounded by yes-men
I feel like the only infallible one
That's my life to a hundred
 

It wasn't easy on a boat in Oslo
Finally, I can do shit to you
People will learn what a
Small human!
Small human I am!
 

I don't give a shit about my lyrics
I wrote, I'll bore you until the end
I pray that it won't be worse
I have no mercy for other beings
 

I don't give a shit about my lyrics
Will I stop myself before it's too late
What the factories made for hangovers
I don't sing about that, because it doesn't pay off
 

I'm sorry, but most of my lyrics
Are primitive, unintelligible shit
Father poet, son poem writer
Who did they speak of? Let me guess, what about you!
 

I want to team up with a friend
Kick out another friend out of the band
Why would a man wander the earth
Kult-tourists¹ will be amazed!
 

To become better is out of my reach
I live hoping that I'll end this farce
Let this truly be the last album
It can't be worse, he who asks is never lost
 

The underground band plays its game
How nice it must be to not interact with me
Homes in America, homes for rent
And who's poor and takes², is poor or a jerk
 

My band's new name
Will summon a lot of psychofans
Wish you the best on your new path
There's no such shit like a last album
 

It wasn't easy on a boat in Oslo
Of what, how does freedom taste now?
You now breathe deep breaths
And I feel how I feel!
 

I don't give a shit about my lyrics
Idependently from public money
Everyone stopped cooperating with me
My surroundings don't want anything to do with me
 

I don't give a shit about my lyrics
Who keeps ratting out their friends?
Will I get better? Save myself?
We swim in place, can't see the coasts!
 

I'm sorry but most of my texts
Are primitive, unintelligible shit
Father poet, son poem writer
A beautiful diploma, nothing to speak of
 

I will repent for what I've done
To all the boys from the band
I'm helpless against violence
I have no strength or power anymore!
Power, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I don't have power
 




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