Предубеждение и гордость [Predubejdenie i gordost'] [English translation]
Предубеждение и гордость [Predubejdenie i gordost'] [English translation]
We've had enough of trite dramas,
Don't believe in rumors spreading around
Even if you are extremely right
What's the difference, if we failed in our love
You are an enemy and a friend to yourself
Our whole life is like a vicious circle
Breaking dishes, screaming half the night
And keeping silent like under interrogation
But we have been there before
Fought and made up in the rented apartment
The fire happened in our little world
And firefighters doused it all
But do you remember 3 in 1 coffee
And just two of us in our kitchen in the morning
Like that old song says
"We'll be together and I will buy you a home"
Railroad stations, airports
Prejudice and pride
Feels like a lump in the throat
And there's nothing left to say
Do you remember our simple living
Three stripes on the white shoes
And we were breathing that air
With a magic scent
Fifty-fifty fault, that's how it feels, firewalking
I raise the white flag, swallowing words
I am so tired of proving you wrong
The theorem is simple - we're an indivisible whole
It is warmer than jazz, more real than blues
For the last three days only bittersweet tunes
It's not good enough again, all is wrong again
And I am a mess like our room
Why did we do all that
Kicked out our neighbor, woke our kids up
And while we are still burning with anger
Hundreds of WhatsApp messages and the like
I remember your message below my window
You painted in the snow "We'll make it through"
You were standing there, smiling, ignoring the cold
Holding a paint can in your hands
Railroad stations, airports
Prejudice and pride
Feels like a lump in the throat
And there's nothing left to say
Do you remember our simple living
Two stripes on the fifth test*
And we were breathing that air
With a magic scent
Railroad stations, airports
Prejudice and pride
Feels like a lump in the throat
And there's nothing left to say
Do you remember our simple living
Two stripes on the fifth test
And we were breathing that air
With a magic scent
- Artist:Marsel (Russia)