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Garry Cross - Завод (remastering of the 1991 song)

FACTORY

It′s been a long time since I′ve been to this club...
I brought it as an atonement
One scarlet Carnation flower
(Though a little, but seriously!).
I was the host of the Search Center,
I was dissatisfied with myself -
The repertoire is like an old train,
Where the "slaughter" reigns forever.
Yes, I was looking; yes, I was daring,
And I ′ve been racking my head for a long time:
As in the whirl of household
To break into the Other World for a moment?
But Lady inertia
Eclipsed the mystery of being:
The conveyor was irreplaceable,
And this makes me easily vulnerable...

Disks, disks...
these disks were scattered
Thoughts apart!
And cassettes and records -
In a fragile world
Sweet dreams...

Left the club, "went into himself",
Suddenly, he began to get sick day by day.
My second home is now a factory…
No problem, no worries:
The mechanism is clearly debugged
(The body would not have made a mistake!)
Twist and turn, pull and push ...
Squeeze the juices out of the body!
Nerves of steel in cars:
An iron rhythm, the hum of turbines...
and this monotonous noise
It looks like a disco boom.
Of course, for this work,
Sometime, something will be given...
and I′m like a hunted horse at the races,
Only, I use a meager handout...
Now:
One dream is to assemble a team:
Factory — slaughter; let′s jazz band!
Then I can start boldly
A long-planned business.
Less lies, less falsehood:
How they used to live, and how to live on.
All this will happen, no doubt,
But, nevertheless, there must be a gap!
With the seal of the eternal wanderer
It is not soon destined to part.
Let them not open the doors -
Only the beast will wake up in me!
I′ve had a lot of bad luck in my life,
But I will break through, to spite fate!
And in the finest hour, alas, a long way,

Maybe my disks will spin...
and I′m like a hunted horse at the races,
Only, I use a meager handout...
Now:
One dream is to assemble a team:
Factory — slaughter; let′s jazz band!
Then I can start boldly
A long-planned business.
Less lies, less falsehood:
How they used to live, and how to live on.
All this will happen, no doubt,
But, nevertheless, there must be a gap!
With the seal of the eternal wanderer
It is not soon destined to part.
Let them not open the doors -
Only the beast will wake up in me!
I′ve had a lot of bad luck in my life,
But I will break through, to spite fate!
And in the finest hour, alas, a long way,
Maybe my disks will spin...
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