ALMARY - Тормашками вверх
текст песни

Street musicians
Have long since ceased singing their songs;
They did not grow rich—
Rather, they became obsolete.
The children have scared off all the pigeons;
Pedestrians have traded their feet for wheels.
They did not grow happier—
Rather, burdened by a crushing weight.
Cashiers have sold their smiles to a 24/7 schedule;
There may be more coins jingling in pockets now,
But nothing of true value remains.
Now, horror stories are read to adults—
Tales drawn from the real events of recent years.
The world has simply turned over—
Completely upside down.
All people across the globe are searching—
Searching for souls forgotten somewhere.
Upside down—
The world has turned over; now,
The Earth hates humanity.
It drives us from our homes with the fury of the elements;
And the light itself has been turned inside out,
Exposing its raw, inner seams.
Bodies, fragmented and scattered, search for their souls—
Striving to reclaim their lost shadows.
All people across the globe are searching—
Searching for souls forgotten somewhere.
This place was once my home;
Now, it is a scorched and barren field.
Perhaps this is what growing up entails—
Tearing away that which is dearest to the heart.
And perhaps it is inevitable—
For I tried to flee,
To a place where I could build anew.
But I crave neither "anew" nor "again"—
I simply long to see my mother,
Without a hundred weighty reasons
To answer the questions in my eyes
With a single, emphatic—
"Silence."
All people across the globe are searching—
Searching for souls forgotten somewhere.
Upside down—
The world has turned over; now,
The Earth hates humanity.
It drives us from our homes with the fury of the elements;
And the light itself has been turned inside out,
Exposing its raw, inner seams.
Bodies, fragmented and scattered, search for their souls—
Striving to reclaim their lost shadows.
All people across the globe are searching—
Searching for souls forgotten somewhere.