стресс [stress] [English translation]

Everything will be okay, everything will be okay, everything will be okay...

Eveything will be okay, everything will be okay, everything will be okay

Life is running - stress, nerves everyone wants to be the first,

Only first! There, where no one else has been before,

Forward, faster, even faster, while the doors haven't closed.

My life - mirages, textbook and pen,

Rythm, riffs, beats subtitles learned

In wasted energy - wasted time,

Running nowhere, sometimes not even remembering what I believed,

Pain, that home brought, days, that turned into smoke,

Those, who loved me, those I loved

Those, who saved something - what I haven't saved

Those, who forgot about me, those, who I forgot.

Life is running - stress, nerves, everyone wants to be the first,

Only first! There, where no one else has been before,

Forward, faster, even faster, while the doors haven't closed.

Life is running - stress, nerves, everyone wants to be the first,

Only first! There, where no one else has been before,

Forward, faster, even faster, while the doors haven't closed.

Only through the edge of my eyes I distinguish lies and jealousy,

I'm bewildered: why they don't respect themselves?

Back in the studio, capturing new frames,

Inside out, as if the microphone was my psychiatrist,

Whether a loser, or a deceived investor,

With an evil grimace, on the music will the rhyme cry

We all pay, but always ask inopportunely,

Not in the cash... EVERYTHING!!! on the neck is a lasso.

What now? What are you going to do?

Surrender in Neurasthenia? Turn into a house plant?

Or even further: run, a battle for self-defeat!

A fight with them for their love and respect.

Life is running - stress, nerves, everyone wants to be the first,

Only first! There, where no one else has been before,

Forward, faster, even faster, while the doors haven't closed.

Life is running - stress, nerves, everyone wants to be the first,

Only first! There, where no one else has been before,

Forward, faster, even faster, while the doors haven't closed.

Bohemia, where there are more mannequins among people

Banquets, presentations, sucking topics.

Who's your producer? Who's your piarit?

Then soaring in the club, a search for a night pair, prey.

Running in constant stress. Over all the smiles!

Oh well, in my way, so little people bother!

Why so much weight, the whole world has on its shoulders.

The atmospheric pillar has begun to sense, no sleeping at night.

Experiments with well-being, paranoia.

With me proudly: Getting earlier to history!

But not everyone's like this: Can't, like a boomerang, all my friends are further

Everyone's thicker darkness. Last hero - Viktor Tsoi crashed on the highway.

Who am I anyway? What is there for me to do here anymore?

Everything will be okay, everything will be okay, everything will be okay.

Everything will be okay, everything will be okay, everything will be okay.