ИNоЙ - 2020
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In the winter of 2020, the snow fell—and I welcomed it.
Days flash before my eyes like frames in a film.
Just like that, I found myself stuck in a drawn-out intermission.
Inhaling smoke, I signed a contract with the Devil.
The room was bathed in twilight—adding a touch of coziness.
The city is teeming with stray dogs, all searching for shelter.
I still don't know how I ended up on the brink.
I was adrift in hell, and the cabin shook violently beneath me.
Here, the birds don't sing; they see no joy in it.
These antennas pierce the sky like hypodermic needles.
The church domes gleam with gold; icons hang within the sanctuaries.
They pray for us while we remain bound in chains.
Since childhood, I’ve been wrapped tight in a foil cocoon.
A new film is playing out; I switch on my nostalgia.
This strange world makes my head spin.
Hurricane Katrina rushes past us.
We grow our wings, yet we consume our poison.
At morning assembly, our squad stands at attention.
I dream of mountains and endless fields.
I run, and the searchlights beam down upon me.
It’s time to make a change—to turn my fantasies into reality.
Then, to drift smoothly along the waves.
This life isn't easy—especially with not a penny in your pocket.
It carries within it mountains of both joy and suffering.
The more years that pass, the less I’m bothered...
...by what surrounds me, or by the weight pressing down on my shoulders.
I’m frying an omelet, catching a buzz in Barrack No. 5.
I’m hustling for cash on Qiwi, writing letters to my mom.
She knows all too well where her son is wandering.
May God grant her health, time, and strength.
I’m grateful that, with the passing years, my spirit hasn't cooled.
I’ve gained experience from life—experience I never asked for.
We have enough strength; we don't really need houses and limousines.
All around, there are lost souls—suffocated by something unseen.
You all believe that tomorrow you’ll hit the jackpot.
We simply believe that things will get better.
Into our souls, we let no sadness... Fuck it—we don't give a damn; we're in this to the death.
We'll launch a raft down the river mouth and ride it out.
Some blue-clad bastard is trying to lecture me on how to live.
Usually, guys like that get dropped for no reason at all.