Мувитон - Затерян
текст песни

Will you grow up and become a scientist? No.
Will you be born and baptized? Yes.
Want a lot of money? Of course.
You want to get out of the slums.
But whining isn't an antidepressant.
Only Mom and Dad will ask about the past.
The hamster is doomed to spin the wheel.
Use the wheel, bring me more.
Lost in the city, like a ghost.
The subway car will deliver you through the intestines and shit.
The neighborhood will greet you with rain and wind.
And we still wait and believe.
But, but!
But whining isn't an antidepressant
Mom and Dad write less and less
We believe that success will come naturally
You'll earn a million bucks and retire
But now

I'm lost among people
I'm lost among people
I'm lost among people
I'm lost among people
I'm lost among people
I'm lost among people

My Instagram feed has taken over my life
My ex-girlfriend recently became a mother
And my head is a compiler of thoughts into poetry
Everything is the same as before, I'm a child in a fit of melancholy, hey
A red diploma or a medal
To rush ahead or remain silent
Despair envelops me like smoke in the lungs
Russian prefabricated apartment buildings have become something familiar
The atmosphere of monotonous landscapes
The scar in the Russian soul hasn't healed
We are a generation masking pain
Only substances will help us be ourselves
Me, me!
He plastered on a smile and fluttered out of the house:
Mom, I'm warmer in my hat, but there's another avalanche in my soul.
I'll cry alone, but I'll make you laugh.
I'm lost among those who no longer have life.
Me, me!

I'm lost among people.
I'm lost among people.
I'm lost among people.
I'm lost among people.
I'm lost among people.
I'm lost among people.

We need more air and more space.
You and the boys need to break through.
Russia is a labyrinth for sad lives.
Weekends replace weekdays with a shot.
We need more air and more space.
You and the boys need to break through.
Russia is a labyrinth for sad lives.
Weekends replace weekdays with a shot.