I don't know, who came up with this world.
What it was like and when it became so.
But I know, that I need to be happy.
To live in joy and to not mistake the foreign with the native.
The metro is being constructed, the houses rising up,
Grushevka blooms, Luninets, salute!
Towards the ring together with a mangy ginger cat.
They moved a stop, gonna have to walk.
To the good old trolley, I'll hop on it.
Madam, I’m not lying, I need just a one stop ride.
I’d hop off at Pushkinskaya, there I can use the metro.
People going to work, from work, then home.
Someone was no-one, someone became no-one.
Someone a cunning bug, but I have an x-ray.
People take off, they fall: drugs, booze.
In this world, know, everything is relative.
Chorus:
My friend says: "Brother,
Look, Bentlies fly like clouds.
One needs to multiply, to add, to devide,
To live in order to survive, to survive in order to live."
My friend says: "Brother..."
Of course, it's also needed, but while
I jump into the sky with all my strength
I remain the same as I was.
I like to type on the keyboard.
The shiver on my skin, when I got it right.
During the night I walk with a torch on the new bridge.
I'm not worried about the little things: I don’t worry anymore
I can pass through half the city on foot,
Simply thinking about the text,
About something else. Money that you earned, you waste away within a day.
Well tell me, Brother, what kind of buisnessman am I?
Luck is a cunning beast, I'm catching her.
My boys, I love you all.
I’ll save up some money, around a hundred bucks,
And then I’ll travel somewhere to the East.
I will see many countries, many cities. I will see the sea,
I'll settle near it. In this world, know,
Everything is relative.
My music, carry me away!