Представляем точный текст композиции "O.K." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста B.u.b.s. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «O.K.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую B.u.b.s. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
B.u.b.s. - "O.K."
Lyrics to O.K. : When someone you love is kidnapped, its the worst form of thieving. Naturally, my blood is boiled to the terse point of seething. Embroiled in a plot of political propaganda. Engulfed by the oppositions slander to which they pander. Citizens like me are the reason why we have the military. Denizens like them are the reason why we are so solitary. All this injustice forces me to go forth and be voluntary. Constant inaction, retraction and subtraction's not mandatory. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. My morals I hold very dear. Innocents are safe, criminals fear. Very few I consider my peer. All, except authority, come near. Im the tooth pick to their grime, antithesis to their crime. Theyre the infection, Im the injection. They are the cancer, I am the cure. My adversaries are lean, green and mean. There is not such a thing as in between mowing the lawn and mowing down these troops, since life is shredded short, as can be seen. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. They are the poison, I am the potion. Beat down all these ingrate runts. Shot down all those inbred cunts. Ive got an axe to grind and youre the oak. Your blood, the pores of my chopper, will soak. Im the knife to your steak, your bones will ache and break. You are the sadist, I become callous. I am the artist, you are the canvas. Im the scalpel to your scalp, giving your mind much needed help. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. I persist to insist to push you over the edge. You refuse to resist to face my hammer of sledge. Through artful valour, I become Van Gough. With pain and anger, youre reduced to sloth. Paint your face with a bit of rouge. Apply swift strokes whose impact are huge. Contort your limbs like a slab of clay. Distort your face, tact enters the fray. From my palette, I obtain my brush. Just one sharp swipe and I make you shush. Your brain becomes mush, your speech is slush. Thats what happens when you push and push. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. Overkill. [ O.K. Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с B.u.b.s.. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «O.K.» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «O.K.» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.