[00:00.000] 作词 : Tatiana Shmailyuk
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Dmitry Herasimov/Eugene Abdiukhanov/Roman Ibramkhalilov
[00:27.485]He keeps on moving his mustache
[00:29.555]Gets you fussy, makes you rush
[00:31.385]He's got no legs but he walks
[00:33.967]He's got no mouth but talks
[00:36.018]Tick tack, click clack
[00:38.084]He pulls a trigger, pulls it back
[00:39.910]My time, your time is under attack
[00:42.011]We run on a circle track
[00:43.839]
[00:45.908]A bossy three-handed man
[00:49.875]Who gives me a triple slap in my face
[00:53.995]Years of tension, a second of slack
[00:58.172]He is so tiny but hard to embrace
[01:01.839]
[01:02.866]From the top of the world he shows you
[01:10.488]No respect, don't regret, we're screwed
[01:18.532]If time is gold, we are broke for good
[01:26.578]Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific flute
[01:35.169]
[01:36.220]By towers supported
[01:37.793]On a human wrist resorting
[01:39.625]There's no word "retired"
[01:41.185]For the soldier with the shoulder straps
[01:43.273]
[01:44.041]Phlegmatic eyes dilated
[01:46.110]Trickin' tick-tacktics underrated
[01:48.216]Time to eat, time to sleep
[01:50.045]Time to go back to your soil crib
[01:52.621]Time to go back to your soil crib
[01:54.202]
[01:54.966]Oh what a mechanical miracle
[01:58.652]Global dictator, massive superior
[02:02.832]Like a winding toy that sits at the porch
[02:06.762]This bull-headed boy
[02:08.329]Is a watchman on the life-time verge
[02:12.019]
[02:27.693]From the top of the world he shows you
[02:35.520]No respect, don't regret, we're screwed
[02:43.510]If time is gold, we are broke for good
[02:51.641]Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific flute
[02:59.682]
[03:09.238]Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away
[03:19.945]The more we struggle
[03:22.051]The more we lose our precious days
[03:24.412]Hearts are swinging to the rhythm of imminence
[03:32.467]Should we never grab a tail of what we cannot own?
[03:40.313]Our time is a snail, running faster than any wind, any wind can blow
[03:49.429]Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[03:56.974]Oh, any wind can blow
[04:04.288]Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away
[04:11.865]Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away
[04:36.111]End

作词 : Tatiana Shmailyuk
作曲 : Dmitry Herasimov/Eugene Abdiukhanov/Roman Ibramkhalilov
He keeps on moving his mustache
Gets you fussy, makes you rush
He's got no legs but he walks
He's got no mouth but talks
Tick tack, click clack
He pulls a trigger, pulls it back
My time, your time is under attack
We run on a circle track
A bossy three-handed man
Who gives me a triple slap in my face
Years of tension, a second of slack
He is so tiny but hard to embrace
From the top of the world he shows you
No respect, don't regret, we're screwed
If time is gold, we are broke for good
Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific flute
By towers supported
On a human wrist resorting
There's no word "retired"
For the soldier with the shoulder straps
Phlegmatic eyes dilated
Trickin' tick-tacktics underrated
Time to eat, time to sleep
Time to go back to your soil crib
Time to go back to your soil crib
Oh what a mechanical miracle
Global dictator, massive superior
Like a winding toy that sits at the porch
This bull-headed boy
Is a watchman on the life-time verge
From the top of the world he shows you
No respect, don't regret, we're screwed
If time is gold, we are broke for good
Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific flute
Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away
The more we struggle
The more we lose our precious days
Hearts are swinging to the rhythm of imminence
Should we never grab a tail of what we cannot own?
Our time is a snail, running faster than any wind, any wind can blow
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, any wind can blow
Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away
Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away
End