Корабельные сосны - Самая отстойная ностальгическая песня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I had no strength left for introspection as a source of creativity; I have no thoughts left about a small place in a small culture; there are no beautiful words left (metaphorical representation of reflexive efforts); all that remains is a dull and angry longing for the city where I grew up.

My fate is not distinguished by at least some tragedy, I am completely unremarkable, and identical to a thousand others, and from the local dusty card index of lives you will only pull out my card with a crushed edge at random. Like a colony of cockroaches in the rotten walls of a dorm, we are here until the next time when they poison us, but for now we are running along the shortest path to food, love, spectacles in order to forcibly forget where we are.

But am I the only one who doesn’t feel the right to smile, hang curtains, arrange my cozy punishment cell, when behind the screen of everyday life sits the merciless knowledge of a four-digit number in the window for measuring the distance in Google Earth between the geolocation and the house marker.

I have no excuses for my absurdity, I am fed and dressed, I have nothing to worry about. It’s just that I invented all my sorrows to avoid work.