барыга (huckster) Lyrics English Translation by playingtheangel is brand new song sung by playingtheangel and music of this latest song is given by Leraiie. барыга (huckster) song lyrics are also penned down by playingtheangel, Leraiie.
| Song: | барыга (huckster) |
| Singer: | playingtheangel |
| Music: | Leraiie |
| Lyrics: | playingtheangel, Leraiie |
| Album: | обратная сторона клинка (reverse side of blade) (2024) |
барыга (huckster) Lyrics English Translation
Waiting for her like no one’s ever waited for a hustler
And hold her like smoke, hold her like intrigue
Realize there’s no Heaven beyond the clouds
As you grow older, the heart dies
Waiting for her like no one’s ever waited for a hustler
And hold her like smoke, hold her like intrigue
Realize there’s no Heaven beyond the clouds
When you grow up, the heart dies
Bestie in cognac, grace in heels
Angel in cognac, skating on the paving stones
On her lips is mercury, lead and arsenic
She spins the case and kisses me
Room dreams, pink flowers
Femme fatale
Breaths and traces are mixed up
There’s so much infernality in her beauty
I’m slowly breaking away from reality
Waiting for her as much as anyone has ever waited for a hustler
And hold her like smoke, hold her like intrigue
Realize there’s no Heaven behind the clouds
As you grow older, your heart dies
Waiting for her like no one’s ever waited for a hustler
And hold her like smoke, hold her like intrigue
Realize there’s no Heaven beyond the clouds
As you grow older, the heart dies
Addiction freezes you at the age you started
It turns me inside out every time my babe cries
When I’m rusty and my roof leaks just like everybody else’s
I just wanna know how my prettiest ex is doing
It’s weird that I’m still able to feel
After everything I’ve been exposed to in my greenhouse life
In the use, in the drink and in the skin of a f*ckin’ entertainer
Whoever’s proven himself is the one who rules this techno carnival
Neighbors always have the greener stuff, when the d!ck is big, you don’t need words
She likes dirt, but I ain’t Welch
She sucks expensive, I’m oil too
I think I dreamed about love
Back in high school with vodka and Trigan-D
I think everybody’s dreaming about love
To hell with money, I like whistling better
Everybody, I mean everybody who goes to their deaths
Dedicating themselves to one star
Waiting for her like no one ever waited for a hustler
And hold it like smoke, hold it like intrigue
Realize there’s no Heaven beyond the clouds
As you grow older, your heart dies
Waiting for her like no one’s ever waited for a hustler
And hold her like smoke, hold her like intrigue
Realize there’s no Heaven beyond the clouds
When you grow up, the heart dies
