Молчи
molchi, kogda bukhoy sosed na svoyu tëlku krichit
kogda v pod”yezde snova kto-to mrachno torchit
kogda v kvartiru naprotiv priyezzhayut vrachi
eta pesnya zvuchit, moya pesnya zvuchit!
ya pish·ch tebe eto iz komnaty
sobirayu slova po vokzalam
moi mysli gorechi polnyye
na listke i pod odeyalom
moya yunost’ kazhetsya vechnost’yu
cherez prizmu steklyannykh butylok
vidno ulitsy beskonechnyye
i fasady panel’nykh mogilok
vse druz’ya moi po paradnym
korotayut bespechnuyu molodost’
lish’ bush·chyushchiy skvernyy kharakter
da naivnaya detskaya pokhot’
doma proshche dolzhno byt’, kazalos’
byt s”yedayet vse samoye luchsheye
ne smotri, opusti glaza vniz, ne slushay
molchi, kogda bukhoy sosed na svoyu telku krichit
kogda v pod”yezde snova kto-to mrachno torchit
kogda v kvartiru naprotiv priyezzhayut vrachi
eta pesnya zvuchit, moya pesnya zvuchit!
inogda mne stanovitsya strashno
chto so mnoy nikogda ne sluchitsya
ubezhat’ i v kogo-to odnazhdy
moye schast’ye v tom, chtoby vyrasti
i uyekhat’ podal’she otsyuda
netu povoda bol’she dlya grusti
zdes’ ya tochno schastlivoy ne budu
zdes’ menya nikto ne uderzhit
ne zastavit s soboyu byt’ ryadom
tut pokoitsya ch’ya-to nadezhda
mne takogo iskhoda ne nado
a poka naplevat’ na zhalost’
zadykhayas’ vnov’ ot udush’ya
ne smotri, opusti glaza vniz, ne slushay
molchi, kogda bukhoy sosed na svoyu telku krichit
kogda v pod”yezde snova kto-to mrachno torchit
kogda v kvartiru naprotiv priyezzhayut vrachi
eta pesnya zvuchit, moya pesnya zvuchit!
kogda bukhoy sosed na svoyu telku krichit
kogda v pod”yezde snova kto-to mrachno torchit
kogda v kvartiru naprotiv priyezzhayut vrachi
eta pesnya zvuchit, moya pesnya zvuchit!
esli stalo tishe
znachit vse v poryadke
zavtra budet legche
navryad li
molchi, kogda bukhoy sosed na svoyu telku krichit
kogda v pod”yezde snova kto-to mrachno torchit
kogda v kvartiru naprotiv priyezzhayut vrachi
eta pesnya zvuchit, moya pesnya zvuchit
Shut Up
Shut up when the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!
I'm writing this to you from the room
Collecting words at train stations
My thoughts are full of bitterness
On a piece of paper and under the blanket
My youth seems eternal
Through the prism of glass bottles
Endless streets are visible
And the facades of panel tombs
All my friends in their best clothes
Spend carefree youth
Only the one with a dirty character
And naive childish desire
At home, it should be easier
Everything should be the best
Don't look, lower your eyes, don't listen
Shut up when the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!
Sometimes I get scared
That I will never escape
And be with someone someday
My happiness is in growing up
And moving away from here
There's no reason for more sadness
I won't be happy here for sure
No one will hold me back here
Force me to be around
Here rests someone's hope
I don't need such an outcome
And for now, spit on the sorrow
Gasping again from suffocation
Don't look, lower your eyes, don't listen
Shut up when the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!
When the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!
If it's quieter
Means everything is fine
Tomorrow will be easier
Hardly
Shut up when the drunk neighbor yells at his wife
When someone creepy lurks in the entrance
When doctors come to the apartment across
This song plays, my song plays!