Nobody loves me, loves me, loves me
Nobody loves me, loves me, loves me
Nobody lost me, lost me, lost me
Nobody lost me, lost me, lost me
This is a tale for grownups
The morning after an idle pandemonium1
Incandescent space is like a toaster,
And in it, condensed air became viscous
I had a feeling of a quest
And you went in that expanse like in butter
But don't think that I've been waiting for you since the childhood
But honestly, I've been, fuck it, hi
I am a child of a concrete box
With a lift, where you must reach out for the button
But you are confidently moon walking on my solar plexus
And you are as if absolutely not from a staircase2
Not because of foreign3 clothes4
But because such creatures are rare here
Well, I say 'rare', they wouldn't take a single step here
Every fucking day
In this ziggurat of shed tears
A babylon tower5 of dead ideas
From which there is only a sequence of black strips
In a coliseum of unrealized dreams
In a club of lonely hearts
How much I'd grown tired of waiting for you but I've just found, my girl – oh fuck6
You're taking it completely seriously
And you are from the ones who are deadly deangerous
In the heart, you will leave more furrows than of smallpox,
Consequences worse than of asthma
I had a feeling of a test
You came, and all the universe went out
'Cause I didn't know that I would finally find you,
I'm sinking in this abyss, fuck it, hi
You are a child of the cold front
With a stone where it is usually an organ with aorta
And I again can't understand
Why am I for you in the laboratory being by the rights of pasture feed7
And why the pain of the experiment
I don't even have the will not to be obedient
I don't understand why I would be so concretely high
But I am concretely high and it seems that for long
Every fucking day
In this ziggurat of shed tears
A babylon tower5 of dead ideas
From which there is only a sequence of black strips
Despite I've only known you for a couple of hours
I've got the feeling that you are my cross8
However, I know you will once go,
My girl – oh fuck6
1. Consists of two Russian stems ("свист") "whistle" and ("пляска") "dance, hop". Sung with contempt.2. Either "not from the same appartment block" or "not from apartment blocks" altogether3. Literally, "from another city"4. Colloquial form5. a. b. Tower of Babel6. a. b. The word "пиздец" here is rather similar to English expression of discontent "Oh Fuck". It can characterize the girl, or the protagonist just expresses his discontent to her.7. Humiliating for the protagonist8. The protagonist feels the girl as his rescue and consolation