What is this world coming to?
How is this ball spinning?
Yesterday we rocked Fridays
Today we have no time to meet
Today there are blades in all directions
And I can't do it without you
Would you like to split it equally?
While this world is coming...
It doesn't matter who mistook the routes
Who bailed on us steeply
Who flogged us hunger
One day I'll become a minute
I'll become your every minute
Someone there gives distress signals
By the use of Yandex
Someone because of love - with the latex
Someone for love - with the blade
I believe in what you can't believe
And let you don't like that
We will definitely meet
While this world is coming...
It doesn't matter who mistooke the routes
Who bailed on us steeply
Who flogged us hunger
One day I'll become a minute
I'll become your every minute