Игорь Di.Vai - Поворот не туда
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Glimpses of dreams
We stay afloat
The oar is broken
To avoid drowning in the whirlpool
Two turns, one dead end
We won't know about it in advance
Through the looking glass we
Wait for it to end

Hosting a rock concert on a civilizational scale
Instead of guitars hitting the stage to applause, we break nations
Lifting off the ground as if on nitrous oxide
Urgently abolishing English to study Aesop
It doesn't matter what comes after us, what matters is what comes before
On the ashes of the new world we will build the old house
We will rewrite all the epics in the smallest detail
So that descendants won't say anything bad about us
Our greatness is visible to the blind from space
And to those who can't see it, we will prompt them with a club
Don't doubt it, we will build a new Babylon
Even though we nailed our Empire to the Bottom station
We have many problems, and quite a few at that Significant
But we'll solve them when we close those same ones in the eighteenth century.
How good that you met us!
We'll show you a guide on what not to show children.
And don't thank me, it's unnecessary.
Better to remain in this impersonal form.
We honor the talentless, erasing the value of medals.
Yura, forgive me! ...but we'll still fly on you

In glimpses of dreams
We stay afloat
The oar is broken
Don't drown in the whirlpool
Two turns, one dead end
We won't know about it in advance
Through the looking glass we
Wait for "she" to end

This is the right path - moving firmly and precisely
They'll paint everything beautifully for us in photo reports
To spite the West's partners, now a vassal of the East
Having rewinded eight centuries to return to our roots
A bolt on the cage will ensure your safety
There is no censorship, but only gray paints are on sale
The palette has faded long ago and almost completely
We will allow only colorless stripes in the sky
So that enemies don't get close through the verbal channel
Just in case, we forbid you the alphabet
And the notorious window is boarded up
This is not a curtain - a national detox course
Our streets and cities are the freest
But not for those who say, That we're going the wrong way
And even if our ships run aground
We'll reset the navigator, preventing any changes
We have our own path - our planet is flat
A little while before the air price is charged
But the avalanche of change shouldn't be abrupt
And we're leaving room for hope for a while

In glimpses of dreams
We stay afloat
The oar is broken
Don't drown in the whirlpool
Two turns, one dead end
We won't know about it in advance
Through the looking glass we
Wait for it to end