Лабиринт [Labirint] [English translation]

[Chorus]

My father left, when I was only five months old

I wanted to hang myself when I turned ten

And my mother lost her mind when I was fourteen

Almost all my friends are in jail, how could I make it out? (Pr-r-r)

My father left, when I was only five months old

I wanted to hang myself when I turned ten

And my mother lost her mind when I was fourteen

Almost all my friends are in jail, how could I make it out? (Pr-r-r)

[Verse 1]

I'm thinking much deeper than just money

What's around me? Am I fertilizer, really?

It's not love, it's just friction (just friction)

Creating is stronger than profit, a worldview

Being against power doesn't mean being against your homeland

I love Russia for the smell of blackcurrant

I won't let Rusophobes profit off my views

I'm in golden fields and stalks, lie down next to me

[Chorus]

My father left, when I was only five months old

I wanted to hang myself when I turned ten

And my mother lost her mind when I was fourteen

Almost all my friends are in jail, how could I make it out? (Pr-r-r)

My father left, when I was only five months old

I wanted to hang myself when I turned ten

And my mother lost her mind when I was fourteen

Almost all my friends are in jail, how could I make it out? (Pr-r-r)

[Verse 2]

I'm performing in Tel Aviv, I can't believe it

I'm confident in myself, I smell like the best perfume shop again

How did I get here? Who opened the doors to me?

I'm a melancholy choleric, lost amid matter¹

I'm in a full room, but I'm completely alone

Around me are models, like out of a painting

I'm not looking for a second half among them

Heart like ice, existence is a labyrinth

[Chorus]

My father left, when I was only five months old

I wanted to hang myself when I turned ten

And my mother lost her mind when I was fourteen

Almost all my friends are in jail, how could I make it out? (Pr-r-r)

My father left, when I was only five months old

I wanted to hang myself when I turned ten

And my mother lost her mind when I was fourteen

Almost all my friends are in jail, how could I make it out? (Pr-r-r)

• Artist:FACE
• Album:12