More songs by Noize MC
Description
At times, it seems as if the country is permanently stuck between a news broadcast and an absurd theatre performance. The screen screams louder than conscience, and instead of voices, there is only filtered noise. People argue with the television as if it were a relative who has long since lost their mind but still thinks they are right. Satire in its purest form - bitter, weary, and painfully accurate. There is anger, irony, and that very nerve when laughter sounds thinner than tears. And beneath this prickly shell is a longing for silence, where at last it will be possible to hear not slogans, but a living voice.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Я бы хотел поговорить с тобой
Но телевизор слишком громко орёт
Он притворяется твоей головой
Его динамик так похож на твой рот
Моя страна поднялась с колен
Во весь свой отрицательный рост
"Я отрицательно согласен со всем"
Вот мой ответ на твой невопрос
Где вы были восемь лет, ёбаные нелюди?
Я хочу смотреть балет, пусть танцуют лебеди
Пусть за "Озеро" своё дед трясётся в трепете
Нах с экрана соловьёв, пусть танцуют лебеди
Когда всё кончится, ты будешь молчать
И делать вид, будто был ни при чём
Лицо кислей, чем крымская алыча
Ты явно чем-то слегонца удручён
Я бы хотел поговорить с тобой
Но телевизор слишком громко орёт
Он притворяется твоей головой
Его динамик так похож на твой рот
Где вы были восемь лет, ёбаные нелюди?
Я хочу смотреть балет, пусть танцуют лебеди
Пусть за "Озеро" своё дед трясётся в трепете
Нах с экрана соловьёв, пусть танцуют лебеди
English translation
I'd like to talk to you
But the TV is too loud
He pretends to be your head
His speaker is so similar to your mouth
My country has risen from its knees
In all its negative growth
"I negatively agree with everything"
Here is my answer to your non-question
Where have you been for eight years, you fucking inhumans?
I want to watch the ballet, let the swans dance
Let his grandfather shake in trepidation for the “Lake”
Fuck off the nightingales, let the swans dance
When it's all over, you'll be silent
And pretend like it had nothing to do with it
The face is sourer than the Crimean cherry plum
You're clearly depressed about something
I'd like to talk to you
But the TV is too loud
He pretends to be your head
His speaker is so similar to your mouth
Where have you been for eight years, you fucking inhumans?
I want to watch the ballet, let the swans dance
Let his grandfather shake in trepidation for the “Lake”
Fuck off the nightingales, let the swans dance