Shov. - Лоджия
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There’s fresh tea in my mug, but it’s the bass from the loggia that warms me...
And I don't know what she needs it for...
The silence is broken by fresh handwriting—the fire is just the same...
And I don't know what she needs it for...
(2x)


I’m not bickering with you—it’s just the vinyl that’s scratching...
Once again, he’s scrawled those doodles all over the wall...
—Has much changed since the days of that first graffiti piece?
—Standing firm on my own two feet—let the sky be the only thing shedding tears!

My sleeves are rolled up—no, I wasn't running any illicit traffic...
No, the trolleybuses don't run anymore—but I remember how we used to hop onto them...
It’s a shame I can't snag a pair of my old Airs at a discount store these days...
Just piecing together fragments of life, as if they were flyers...

If Mom hadn't worked herself to the bone, there wouldn't be an apartment.
If Dad had kept on drinking, I probably wouldn't exist at all.
If I hadn't walked away back then, there wouldn't be any music either...
What do you need me for, when there are countless others all around?

I’ve stepped off that frantic treadmill—now I don't know where to run... and...
What was the point of all that grinding? What did it get me? A monument?
Seven years in the service industry—all it did was add to my list of drinking buddies...
Not everyone, of course—but seriously, what am I supposed to do with those "skills"?

If this trigger keeps pressing down on me, where am I supposed to go next?
It feels just like walking in on you with another guy... and arriving a little too early...
Pen scratching across notebook pages, echoed by the speakers booming from the bedroom...
And when the epiphany finally hits—it feels like a hammer blow against an anvil...


There’s fresh tea in my mug, but it’s the bass from the loggia that warms me...
And I don't know what she needs it for...
The silence is broken by fresh handwriting—the fire is just the same...
And I don't know what she needs it for...