Иван Морни - Пресной
текст песни

Mom and Dad worked hard their whole lives
So you could buy yourself a Raf
Dad took on extra shifts
So you could drink craft beer with a girl at the bar
Mom stood at the market
Paid for a seat
So your dinner would be with pesto
But it's not like that
Life seems bland to you
Life seems bland to you
Life seems bland to you
Life seems bland to you

So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
It's not like that
It's not like that
It's not like that
It's not like that

Grandpa fought
A leg wound
You have the opportunity
But you're no good
You're only good at
Shooting with words
It's cold under a big, heavy blanket
A noisy time
Antalya with Natalia
Book
Electronic cigarette
The wind blew and you were blown away in an instant

So what?
So what?
So what? What?
Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

I make love
From processed hatred
My parents are on the other side of St. Petersburg
I'm too lazy to visit them
Better to mix tracks in the studio
Dealer of the finest stress
Mom, Dad, forgive me
Mom, Dad, forgive me
Mom, Dad, forgive me

Grandpa fought
A wound in the leg
You have an opportunity.
You're of no use
You're only good at shooting words
It's cold to lie under a big blanket
A book by Goethe with local currency on the shelf
But everything is wrong
Life seems bland to you

Life seems bland to you
Life seems bland to you
Life seems bland to you
Life seems bland to you
What?
What?
What?
What?
Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong