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English translation

Where there is calm, there is fear

Sins do not wait, because you are one, and there are also seven of them

Outside the window the weather is summer, in the heart it’s autumn

And what I would have deleted before is saved today

I’m not with everyone, I read either rap or Yesenin

I live in Russia and am more often distracted

I myself come from the south, but in my soul the wind seems to come from the north

Meeting the digital dawn through the prism of a disclaimer

I won’t leave anything but my fan feelings

And in the end I will forget you, rest assured

Planted lungs, heart, but definitely not a tree

I throw silver on the beat, but not Max Fadeev

I play genius, but I'm no different from a gamer

Every morning I see the main hater in the mirror

Alzheimer's will show us how to forget everything.

I download thousands of words, without dietary supplements or gainers

My voice stopped shaking when I exhaled the helium

Always busy, but overall very tired of idleness

I throw pastels onto canvases without getting out of bed

Either a drunken master or a grief-stricken apprentice

Under the mask of calm there are a lot of hysterics

They have no choice, but the main thing is that there is a TV

It's so hard to be and not seem happy without money

I chop up plants and act like a neurasthenic

I found my place

In the lines of new text

Having lost my childhood somewhere

In courtyards and entrances

Permanent flight

Now from saints, now from demons

Take my heart

His chest is very tight

Taking a breath, I subtract a moment,

Every time I breathe into my dream

I’ll read it to you and send it electronically by email.

Yo! Just don’t even think about putting an end to it

Cocktails at the hotel, straps slipped

We inserted the key, turned it and flew away

We wanted this so much, now it’s too late to fast

God will not forgive us, God will say goodbye to us

I'm tired of my own bullying, my ears are ticking

Children's coffins are buried in the Alexander Nevsky Lavra

In my head I roll the dice, if you love me, you will destroy yourself

This is my curse, now all my life I dream of hugging her

Let my brothers laugh at me

I will become a writer to describe it to you

Now I don’t give a damn, I’ll become an artist,

Painting her music with Khlatni patterns

I will understand why the map is called plantain

The soul sings, but does not know the words

I'll write them to her now, they heal

The brokenhearted, and their sorrow is healed

And when they get fucked, these poems are better than bitter medicine

So don't spoil them

The moans and voices of the wounded sound quieter than my mother’s words

Son, I love you, there are no wrong people

Lonely desert everywhere, a bird hovering in the air

Please forgive me, they usually say it's too late

I found my place

In the lines of new text

Having lost my childhood somewhere

In courtyards and entrances

Permanent flight

Now from saints, now from demons

Take my heart

His chest is very tight

I found my place

In the lines of new text

Having lost my childhood somewhere

In courtyards and entrances

Permanent flight

Now from saints, now from demons

Take my heart

His chest is very tight, honestly