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[Translation of "Чувствую" (Feel)]

[Chorus]
Explain, what is it that I feel
Peek into this void in me
Went to the store, and I stand in the light
Scan my dreams, and I'll return into the dark
I feel, feel
Feel, feel
How to know if this husk is empty
Or do I just have a whole clot of feelings in me?

[Verse 1]
This time I don't understand at all
But I feel that neighbors feel the bass
I feel how the text swells up in front of everyone
Like a fresh cross sinking into the snow
I don't feel myself, while taunting insensibility
I sense myself even outside me, I'm not all there even while owning
Filtering the poison of skill, snake-seizure
Between feelings and sensuality a thin line
I'm got so lost in shadows
Dug a hole out to the subconscious
Denying the right of a breakdown
I rummage through the dark, worsening the situation with a pun
I repent headlong, I smile bitterly
Bonfires burn out
Feelings sit in me
They inhabit the void by the other side of the glass
Nimble creatures, I'm just a crunchy shell for them
They're an extravagantly fast crowd
Or maybe I'm empty like a backpack on the showcase
There're no feelings inside, the packaging flies into the trash
Happiness and sadness – a famous arsenal of illusions
And in the light, the tangled knot disappears
Either I drown in feelings, either the hell's empty
Here I'm a king of petty tyrants, rosebud, Xanadu
If you want sweet dreams, Kara-Kum, dried apricots – rent a tamada
Current mood – Barad-dûr, come on
[Chorus]
Explain, what is it that I feel
Peek into this void in me
Went to the store, and I stand in the light
Scan my dreams, and I'll return into the dark
I feel, feel
Feel, feel
How to know if this husk is empty
Or do I just have a whole clot of feelings in me?

[Verse 2]
Imagine: Hitler's enrolled, oil painting
On it – the Wachowski sisters and the Strugatsky brothers
Petersburg, plaster masks on the facades
Giger's a hyperrealist, not a science-fiction writer
And I won't intertwine my soul with another in unison
In my dreams – the Alien, but with my own face
I think of love, but it seems I'm only able to stir juices with another creature
This is just the top layer
In it a feeling:
Alienation, clip thinking
Ego moves below like a hermit crab
And looking for a way out in addictive behavior
The mental state is like a bare wire
I hear "ha-ha" and think there's cackling over me
Guess what, I don't know how to live emotions
Only send emoji imposed by the Japanese
Fuck
One way departure, single track
Nick Land acceleration with Nick Cave revelation
Generations between excess and asceticism
Being a local – choosing between protesting and leaving
If honestly Houston
Basically, I have only one problem – feelings
Call me a Viking for premonitions of the end
Call me Weeknd – I can't feel my face
[Verse 3: Дельфин]
Hello-hello, this is Houston, you'll have jack shit
Life is always very sad
Heinously drive in a knife
Guts fall out into the hand – lying
Lies of a psychoanalyst – blood
Tears – shit
All you could want for a wimp's money

[Bridge]
Cutting circles in the night
If you recognize – run, I'll hurt others and myself
And for others and myself
I'm still digging, not understanding what's inside, a-ah

[Chorus]
Explain, what is it that I feel
Peek into this void in me
Went to the store, and I stand in the light
Scan my dreams, and I'll return into the dark
I feel, feel
Feel, feel
How to know if this husk is empty
Or do I just have a whole clot of feelings in me?