Adamant ft. ИNkkи - Кто я - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My option is to remain in memory, to take the subway, to leave where they are not expected,

Where there are no advertisements, city outskirts, old walls that will remember my route.

Or just get out of your game that you came up with yourself, created yourself, the winner of your losses,

I decorated the future so as not to leave a mark on the past, which encouraged me to live at the bottom.

It's just...too easy for me, angry...too hard to be alone,

I'm constantly angry that my whole world is just a microphone and I don't compress my life into a habit.

Just one breath to open bridges, just one exhalation to destroy everything, one dream that will last this life, one love in which I am not needed twice.

I tried to breathe this oxygen three times, I forgave everyone for falling lower,

I scolded myself four times for giving up, the fifth time when I looked for myself only where it was closer.

Only where is it cozier, the comfort of the homeless, the blind sun, cold coffee, a closed room, the intercom keys, the sediment... but all this is more important...

Chorus: Adamant

After all, I know who I am! This music will continue me if,

Thousands of fans will repeat my songs, but it’s just as empty... but it’s just as empty... in my soul... I don’t have enough fire... fire! (2X)

Verse 2: ИNkки

Everyone around me grows up and becomes successful, but I still play black and white keys,

I still dream of becoming a little more famous and I want the hearts to turn on this and burn... alive!

And that’s all surprising, my whole life was limited to just a microphone, my whole life fits into one MP3 and everything else passes mediocre in the background.

No luck... neither in love, nor in cards, nor in family, nor in money, but I was lucky when I connected, without knowing the notes, this sin-te-za-tor... ooo... ooo...

And he gave me a new breath, and a new life, and I know that...

People like me are ordered to die early, but fuck it! I’ve written a lot of lines, they won’t die,

While someone is pressing the verse, for the sake of millions,

I'm writing an album without an army of fans, stupid minions.

I'm unlucky... they'll say: I'm unlucky! I'll think... I'm unlucky... fuck you, people! After all, you only need my muzlo...

And I so want my mother to call me for breakfast, so that I wake up, already in a living house,

So that I could fall asleep next to someone, I really wanted to be like everyone else, but I became an adult here... so early...

Already at 15, my mother replaced my apartment, only she was waiting to go home, it feels like my Mike replaced my friends, but still, no matter how you look at it, it will be empty here...

After all, the microphone will not hug you by the shoulder like a friend... no... because these walls will not replace my mother for me... no...

After all, my pain will remain with me, I buried it there... no... and this world no longer seems so round to me... I will fly down... and my world is a leaf... and I will live in these notes here, even lying in the ground.

Chorus: Adamant

After all, I know who I am! This music will continue me if,

Thousands of fans will repeat my songs, but it’s just as empty... but it’s just as empty... in my soul... I don’t have enough fire... fire!