im all blessed the fuck up

Here, love sounds like a drag on a cigarette - bitter, smoky, and disappearing too quickly. The words weave together resentment and dependence, as if someone is confused by their own movements and feelings at the same time. Flights in weightlessness are replaced by a fall into the cold, and between the lines, the question hangs all the time: ‘Why the fuck do I need this?’ - and yet the hand reaches again for what hurts.

Composer: Dmitry Itskov

Composer: Stepan Vyacheslavovich Kononenko.

Composer: Nikita Vladimirovich Zvorygin

Composer: Sergey Alexandrovich Morozov

Lyricist: Dmitry Itskov