Грот - Занять не высоту, но пустоту
текст песни

Our music is sewn into pieces from other people's music
Texts - from a language blooming with shocks
Songs about cranes, but without a tit in hand -
This is how wheelchair users go out onto the parquet in their dreams

Where from this swamp are direct flights to the tops?
Piles of broken spears, experiences bought with blood.
Our timing is wretched - we flash and fade
Leaving burns is the mainstay of our church.

Inside someone else's heart there is no one to fight with
Occupy not the height, but the emptiness and hold on
In the name of censorship we threw someone into the trash can
But the next moment they themselves became censored

I push on the play like a nurse on my chest
I'm waiting for familiar tunes to start playing
But it's too late, the spark of the song has gone out
What is written with a pen against an ax

The battle with reality, the exchange of blows
But the canvas will not change in the new frame:
People trade online webinars
People sell slaves at train stations

Word of God, letter of the law with all the tricks
They can’t cope with the spell “I have to feed my family.”
But we only reap what we sow
We feed our families with these shoots

On the gravel road between Yakutsk and Neryungri
The thought engineering team is making its way
Escape from the tutelage of achieved goals
From here only drift to the underground bed

Escape from yourself, because the signature handwriting is
This is the beginning of the end, the smell contains the first notes of overdue
Our possessions are growing and slowly eating us
Temporary cure - forays into the unknown

There are several lines in a corked bottle
To the unknown limit along the beds of roads
Where the shore is not tangible

So that those who happen to read this
Would you feel the warmth of a hand on your shoulder?
We can't dream of anything more

No matter how much you force yourself, you won’t trample against nature
The True Self always takes its toll and knows no limits
Where did we come from and where will all this stop?
Find space inside someone else's mind

Journey into the wilds is not entertainment content
But we didn’t come to have fun, but to build a connection between antennas
There are no windows, no doors, no prayers in this temple
There is a continent inside people that is not open

Our travel agency offers tours for the best price
We will ascend to the peak in the inner worlds
Empty your backpack, leave everything unnecessary at the foot
But it won't help if the mountain is inside the neighbor

Which muscle should I train? -
If meanings and words are needed to ascend
We cling to the ledges, belay on the edge
We defeat ourselves somewhere in someone else's darkness

We haven't been able to hit the charts yet
But with this music you're like in the kitchen with your best friend
Don't get lost in the ice under the news feeds
One day I became unnecessary and missed this moment

The compass is not usable, the maps are not drawn
Here they feel the space, but not with their hands, but with words
It takes your breath away when you look from above
There are clusters of letters around, rope bridges

Don't get lost in yourself when you have a creative crisis
So that you don’t have to rob tourists of visas later
And so in a circle, ten years without one stop
This music is more of an attempt at self-deciphering

Let's go look for I don't know what, I don't know where
It's like shooting darts victoriously in pitch darkness
The word will organize the house and bustle
We load a new world from unloaded textures

There are several lines in a corked bottle
To the unknown limit along the beds of roads
Where the shore is not tangible

So that those who happen to read this
Would you feel the warmth of a hand on your shoulder?
We can't dream of anything more