Кукишъ - Тесно
текст песни

Any city here is but a transit zone;
We are cast into it—homeless and aimless.
Lives lived are mere gum wrappers;
A place in the sun is a sign of a handout.

It’s cramped! Too cramped inside!
A stone lies in the heart—from it, ripples spread wide.

Try to flee this fractal world;
Sunrise and sunset—a scene on a credit card.
Frozen seeds, a harvest ungathered...
Reality, out there, is just another myth.