БулШитТаймс (Bull Shit Times) E

It’s bullshit time There are some yellow leaves left on the birch Trees An amber light snakes through the gloomy cloud A tired light beam shines the mightily stone cliffs And follows trains right into the mystic sound It Tries to reach the fruitfulness that blossom And casts his grumpy shadow just on me And everything is kinda really awesome But feels Just like a fucking piece of shit The Further our weather is so foggy And in the mist, I spot some vague objects An eagle drowned, called by the vibes of groggy Sunflowers on a table with insects I have no thoughts except exactly for some It’s in my head and makes me really sick Well, everything is kinda really awesome But feels Just like a fucking piece of shit I’m Half asleep but understand this clearly Although it’s not so hard to piss me off The world’s concepted maybe slightly different From Path of sun and drinking wine a lot So right in 2023 opossums The Friday’s motto came into my mind I know for sure it’s gonna be quite Awesome It’s sad but true that now it’s bullshit Time You can pay me in rubles. I’m not doing this shit for free. I’ve already sent three, two recordings. This is my personal professional time as a singer. You can pay me in rubles-Da, da, da, Da. Da, da. Yeah, I’m like, no, even about that. Da, da