Георгий Иванов - Распад атома - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am breathing. Maybe this air is poisoned? But this is the only air I can breathe.

I feel sometimes vaguely, sometimes with painful acuteness

various things. Perhaps it is in vain to talk about them?

But is life necessary or not, are the trees rustling intelligently or stupidly, is evening coming, is it raining? I feel a mixed feeling of superiority and weakness in relation to my surroundings: in my mind the laws of life are closely intertwined with the laws of sleep.

This must have caused the world's perspective to be greatly distorted in my eyes. But this is precisely the only thing that I still value, the only thing that still separates me from the all-consuming ugliness of the world.