A night is knocking at the window and it's a moment of respite
I'm taking everything to heart and it's even too much.
And till the morning
Web pages flash
With coffee cups and cigarettes.
I'm not the first one depressed without answers.
And it is old...
And I don't know what results and percentage
One can observe from the Moscow TV stations
And from the Kremlin
But behind my window, two dead drunk guys
Fight each other for more than two decades
Over ruble...
Chorus:
And on the asphalt fields
Only black smoke ripens
And you can't see crap
In this darkness...
Puddles of blood and shit
Get flooded by oil
It's just a zeitgeist!
Just a zeitgeist...
Thin panels of the walls won't hide a scream
And it will make many stop doing things and come outside
To stare
In the front row casually, easily and indifferently
At the fight, fire or pain of the unfortunate
At someone's death...
Film with your phone
Someone's moan and clatter of glass
And our detached car
Keeps on moving along the rails
Someone will jump off on the go
But there is no reason to panic
As our car is alongside
Of a common everyone's Titanic!
Chorus:
And on the asphalt fields
Only black smoke ripens
And you can't see crap
In this darkness...
Puddles of blood and shit
Get flooded by oil
It's just a zeitgeist!
Just a zeitgeist...