atramentaria - я не нашел себя нигде - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Let's talk about the essentials, not about the wind that blows through our heads, let's talk about the fact that autumn is coming. Exchange cities for forests, for clearings. There are no people there, there are birdsong. And there you can hide everything from faces, from hands. Just don't forget. You won’t want to return what you left earlier. And on a dark night, sitting on a smoky balcony, you will recall with nausea the details that have passed. You are all entangled in wires, and someone is carving a balustrade with a stone. To let in people of all stripes, to share a bed with one of them. At least you, one of those who listen to me, give me a pastel in the fall, I will paint puddles and decorate benches in parks, we diligently collect our lives on our knees. As children, we fell off our bikes, someone fell on glass, the doctors stitched up our wounds and everything seemed fine, but we couldn’t get back the feeling of childhood. We are all here waiting for the inquisitor, there are rods and rods. As we age, we will all be brainwashed.

Pressed against the building, I greedily swallow oxygen, the coat without a scarf and drape pricks my neck, when I first saw her, she was wearing a beige coat, if I ever see her again, I’ll be stunned. You kill the taste of life on your lips with cigarettes, chew fruit gum, but to no avail. Living in this reality, in this country, is like chewing a bay leaf. Yesterday cannot be returned, a word spoken just recently caused a slap in the face, an idea that flashed through recently could have been born with a kiss. Everything here is extreme, borderline, and in this world I personally could not find myself. I didn’t find myself in family values, I didn’t find myself in work, one day I didn’t find myself in her eyes, and I remembered a mole on my lips. Forever. I didn't find myself anywhere. I am the dimmest gradient.

Balcony and cigarette, another summer is coming to an end. Nizhny Novgorod will soon be dotted with gilding. Perhaps these words will make you think. Well, at least someone.

Music: Item Caligo