Мне говорят [Mne govoryat] [English translation]

[Chorus]

They tell me...

that I need to get all of this gibberish out of my head,

A dirty cover - get rid of the whole thing!

This isn’t pretty, I’m smouldering like a cigarette,

and there’s nobody here to hear me out.

But they tell me…

that they’re trying to turn me into a vegetable,

to put a bag right over my head,

to beat on the windows of the house – TV on full volume,

and to beat into my head that control is a happy place.

And I tell them...

You know, how often I’d like to not have clear thoughts,

no words, just sensations, and that you weren’t even a part of me.

And in there lies my happiness!

My fresh air!

I drew myself a map and hit the gas!

My fresh air!

I’m on my way to you for the first time!

Give me my, my fresh air!

[First Verse]

You can always default to "fuck everyone"

Sitting at home, groans in your soul, fingernails against the concrete.

Traitors are all around, you have to be resourceful,

Just getting by and not forgetting how to love it!

And becoming friends with the truth, even if your voice trembles,

And to continue on living dreadfully.

Knowledgeable, mysterious, calm,

Not constrained by stereotypes, these would be the friends you find within yourself.

Turn off the TV, go to the fridge, don’t ask questions,

Get your dreams out and defrost them!

But those who endure this for any amount of time,

say:

“You already couldn't for some reason”.

We shoot ourselves in the foot,

Less talking, the striking of the clock – it doesn’t let you fall asleep.

You poison yourself, like mercury,

Go and live!

Don’t listen to anyone, not even me.

Because to you I’m just like everyone else.

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[2nd Verse]

What kind of person are you?

You’ll be someone,

Maybe a legend, or maybe they’ll forget and not pick you.

Who knows?

Maybe tomorrow will be too late,

And a new layer of sludge like a lasso catching your brain!

Just stand up, dance as if you were being manipulated like a puppet

Consciously move your theme forward.

As long as life goes on, your soul sings, youth lies,

Quit being sluggish and get out into the world!

Just like that bro!

You're laughing, you're feeling sorry for yourself,

Strange thoughts are filling your mind, we’re losing communication.

And you tell me to my face:

“Beat it!”

But now neither me nor common sense wants to gobble this dick.

Who are you now?

There’s an easy way to tell,

We’re in a strange darkness and we’re looking for a new day.

And I understand these talks probably won't help,

Because to you I’m just like everyone else.

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