Todua - Харуки Мураками
текст песни

Often, the chaos of the world—and the turmoil within our own minds—
Causes us to forget what truly matters to us.
We think it is material things, money, recognition, or fame;
But in reality...
We rarely see each other—please, somehow, forgive me for that.
For the New Year, I made a wish: that my ambitions would cease to grow.
We live in Russia—a land of opportunity—
Yet it weighs down on me as I stand in its public squares.
I long to be out in the fields, to go riding on horseback;
I have no need for social media. Networks and vulgarity—steeped in it all.
I’ll lose the race to see who has the most problems—
For I agree with neither this side nor that.
I walk somewhere between the gray walls of these systems.
We didn't quite align, of course—
Yet we are alike, despite being so different.
Forgive me for having invented you once upon a time;
It’s just that, alone in the evenings, I get so scared.
Stay a little while longer; I won't cough anymore.
I swore a hundred times, but I have no soul—for I am lost.
Just like your ex-boyfriend's old man.
Just like our childhood, when we were all forced to grow up too soon.
Just like those best friends who dissolved into the big city.
Sex exists, of course—but only over the internet, alone in a room.
Money isn't important, yet feelings have become far too expensive.
I breathe; I push this air out with my lungs.
I want to hear laughter, not just transmit it over the wire.
Tell me you love me, and I’ll drown all my doubts in that truth.
I know for certain my voice doesn't sound like a choir.
We didn't even notice when we turned into Haruki Murakami characters.
We measure life not by love, but by material things.
We possess only what we ourselves have earned.
And the question remains: what have you actually understood here over the years?
Drugs have ruined my hair.
Those fake accounts still spew hate, just as they always have.
But we live on—not *thanks to* circumstances, but *in spite of* them.
I wade across the river, not knowing how deep it runs.
And only this risk allows us to keep growing.
Close friends—despite a thousand reasons to leave—
Could never find a single reason to walk away.
We are all broken, but only you can fix yourself.
So take all the keys into your own hands.
It will hurt; if you need to, scream.
You can run, but you cannot escape the causes.
This is the queue for happiness—for women and for men alike;
They wait for rain while living in the desert.