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Explosion in the Dark


An endless grey morning
From sunrise through to evening.
In this town it’s not hard for people to live this way
Because there’s nothing for them to do here.
 
Here corpses walk the streets
And their ladies, dressed in money
Smoke so as not to look stupid
Or even read Coelho.
 
On an eternal search for happiness and money,
We hurry to forget something.
And we live because we believe,
Believe that we like living.
 
Here time ticks ever closer to war.
A freeze-frame not a million miles away, you’re at the fucking bottom
And you’ve been wallowing in your lies a long time.
And we all know that shit floats in shit.
 
Your bitch wants fame and she’s all over me.
She doesn’t fucking need you, right, I’m riding high.
If I carry on in this spirit I’ll soon be in the ground.
Everyone wants to tell me I’m not in my right mind.
 
No one could care less when I was at square one.
They wouldn’t admit Scroodgee was in the game.
I wasn’t born in a Panamera1, but in a fucking black hole.
But I got lucky – a bitch in black underwear.
 
Chorus:
You want to sell your soul – sell it to me.
And now you and me, we’re slow-dancing on fire.
With everyone around yelling “what the fuck?”
There’s no way back, you’re already in the game.
Babe, it’s a Bickford fuse2.
Explosion in the dark.
 
Explosion in the dark.
Babe, it’s a Bickford fuse
Explosion in the dark.
Babe, it’s a Bickford fuse
Explosion in the dark.
 
The strutting dogs are all some kind of demigod.
Legs spread at the sight of a wad of cash.
Now she’s buying herself Uggs on Mom’s account.
She sure as hell looks better than your fucking chick.
 
Daddy’s Phantom, the chick has a fountain…
The bitch gushed, on all fronts at once
I’ll buy a ho here, then sell her on, what the fuck, give her away for free.
Tomorrow I’ll have an empty pocket, you won’t be my homie.
 
I’ve screwed and still screw ’em all without cash.
Plus I’m sure not God’s gift all round.
I leave a bad taste in the mouths of the guys who were by my side.
And while you weep, I’ll make short work of her.
 
Chorus:
You want to sell your soul – sell it to me.
And now you and me, we’re slow-dancing on fire.
With everyone around yelling “what the fuck?”
There’s no way back, you’re already in the game.
Babe, it’s a Bickford fuse2.
Explosion in the dark.
 
Explosion in the dark.
Babe, it’s a Bickford fuse
Explosion in the dark.
Babe, it’s a Bickford fuse
Explosion in the dark.
 
  • 1. A Porsche
  • A type of safety fuse, used as the title of a 2016 novel by Andrey Kurkov




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24.11.2024

EMILIA • WRONG ADDRESS





An old story, you and I, once in love, a perfect tie.
We were happy, heart to heart, but now we’ve fallen apart.
I’m just a memory—get used to it!
Go to her now, let anger hit.
 

Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
You deserve to be alone in pain
No turning back—it’s all in vain.
 

At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
I’ve left it all behind.
 

When I was hurting, where did you stay?
With someone else, you chose to play.
Drink all you want—it won’t make me care.
Search for me, but I’m not there.
 

Remember the days I hid my tears?
Now you burn with the same fears.
Keep your words, they mean no more,
You killed the love we had before.
 


24.11.2024

I will Win (I Wanna Be a Hero) credits version





Starting a long journey...
Opening a new page
 

I will win! (Win!)
Pokémon for the advanced!
(The advanced!)
I will win! (Win!)
I will touch the clouds...
And I'll prove to everyone...
Who's the best, the best in the world...
I will win!
Pokémon!
 


24.11.2024

Heavenly clouds





Oh, heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers!
Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
Akin to myself, you travelers hasten
From the dear north to course southern.
 

Then who is exiling you: is it fate’s verdict?
Is it the envy concealed? Is it malice in the open?
Or is there a crime that levees a burden?
Could it be slander by friends that is poison?
 

No, you are fatigued by fields that stay barren…
Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
Always cold-bloodied, always independent,
You have no homeland, know not of banishment.
 


24.11.2024

The solitary man of the night





The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
I have departed, solitary and dejected
Severed my heart from the all
The loneliest of the lonely, sorrowful and disgraced
The one alone and without a tomorrow, that is me
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
 

The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips
I have departed from your city
Packed my rucksack and left
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
 

The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips