Философский камень [Filosofskij kamen'] [English translation]

Verse 1:

Every day I close the brackets

Nothing feels like hockey in the braincase.

On the beach and in a hopeless traffic jam

I feel I don't belong anywhere.

I'm smoking in an ice-cold stairwell,

My phone doesn't go anywhere.

But I'm so eager to be useful,

To know that someone needs me.

Chorus:

I always feel happy

In the places where I can be sincere,

Where I can blend into the crowd

And may not pretend to be someone else.

Let the fate have me running in circles

The philosopher's stone has cracked

But the suicide butterfly is ruching

Toward the fire

Verse 2:

The fire of colorful revolutions,

The streams of words that pour from the screens

Didn't give me any instructions

On how to save my soul.

When pushed against the wall,

I can easily discern the shades.

And everything that used to seem crucial

Now looks so shallow

Chorus 2x

• Artist:Bi-2
• Album:Горизонт событий