Не певец Lyrics – Arteline
Singer: Arteline
Title: Не певец
Мальчик, ты кто такой?! Иди учись петь!
Я взял в руку микрофон, и все залипли в зале
Сошел со сцены грустный, будто завалил экзамен
Это кринж! Это скам! Средне — на худой конец
“Ok, Google, как поставить голос мне за пять минут?”
Птица отказалась петь — ей отрубили автотюн
Кто глух и карнаух, ценит мои старания
Я между двух течений, как Месопотамия
Все ширпотреб, нелепый певческий портрет
Еле дыша, пою свой реп для малолетних девочек с каре
Я взял в руку микрофон, и все залипли в зале
Сошел со сцены грустный, будто завалил экзамен
Это кринж! Это скам! Средне — на худой конец
Я забылся (я забылся)
Я не знаю как мне быть
Съедают мысли (съедают мысли)
Критик стирает меня в пыль
Тут в будке звукозаписи мышка висит в петле
Но как не петь? Ведь не для денег, а мне “энто для души…”
“Ну-ка, марш к себе в светлицу. И сольфеджию учи!”
Я взял в руку микрофон, и все залипли в зале
Сошел со сцены грустный, будто завалил экзамен
Это кринж! Это скам! Средне — на худой конец
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Не певец – English Translation
Boy, who are you?! Go learn to sing!
I took the microphone in my hand, and everyone was stuck in the hall
Sad from the scene, as if he were overwhelming the exam
This is a cring! This is a bench! Medium – at worst
“Ok, Google, how to put a voice for me in five minutes?”
The bird refused to sing – it was chopped off AvtoTYUN
Who is deaf and carnah, appreciates my efforts
I am between two currents, like Mesopotamia
All consumer goods, ridiculous singing portrait
Barely breathing, I sing my Repord for young girls with a square
I took the microphone in my hand, and everyone was stuck in the hall
Sad from the scene, as if he were overwhelming the exam
This is a cring! This is a bench! Medium – at worst
I was forgotten (I was forgotten)
I do not know what to do
Thinks eat (eat thoughts)
The critic erases me in dust
Here in the sound recording booth the mouse hangs in a loop
But how not to sing? After all, not for money, but to me “Anto for the soul …”
“Come on, march to your light. And teach the solfery!”
I took the microphone in my hand, and everyone was stuck in the hall
Sad from the scene, as if he were overwhelming the exam
This is a cring! This is a bench! Medium – at worst
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
Lyrics Arteline – Не певец
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