[Intro: Skryponite]
Cheeks flake not from the wind
What's the point of cherishing what can't be brought back?
[Verse 1: Skryponite]
Avatar's tracks on the balcony, the entire Khrushchevka is occupied with something
She's trying to call me, but my line is busy
Sending salami across the country from the fifth floor passionately
We didn't need anything but parchment
Young stamina, used to come in the dark
Woke up early, drowned in notes and patterns — correctly
Drowned in liters, but raised and spent — incorrectly (Mm)
Already considered myself an entrepreneur back then (Mm)
Paid more attention to details than to their asses (Ha-ha)
Whether you got them from your father or mother
But it's not about the money at all; it's all about character
[Pre-Chorus: Skryptonite]
That's how we do it, brother
We're making money, but not everything here is for the money (No)
I don't know if it's true that this will warm us (True)
Because if everything were so simple, I would believe
[Chorus: Skryptonite & TAYÖKA]
Cheeks flake not from the wind
What's the point of cherishing what can't be brought back?
Unclear where lies and where truth
The glass is full or empty, life is very strange
[Verse 2: Scriptonite]
If everything were so simple, I would believe (In the mornings)
In foggy weekdays, among rare beats and frequent frictions
I'm lost, not because of laziness but isolated
And these: "Put on socks before they turn on the heating"
It's attention; I would give them everything down to the penny
If it solved all the problems (Would it?)
I want to find what you can't buy in the store (Uh-huh)
I want to solve what can't fit in a Zip
Winter, but not the one you thought, bastards (No)
We do what you do for a season, for a day, and it's not shady
Switches here are increasingly adventures
They don't send invitations here for birthdays
[Pre-Chorus: Skryptonite]
That's how we do it, brother
We're making money, but not everything here is for the money (Absolutely)
I don't know if it's true that this will warm us
Because if everything were so simple, I would believe
[Chorus: Skryptonite & TAYÖKA]
Cheeks flake not from the wind
What's the point of cherishing what can't be brought back?
Unclear where lies and where truth
The glass is full or empty, life is very strange
Cheeks flake not from the wind
What's the point of cherishing what can't be brought back?
Unclear where lies and where truth
The glass is full or empty, life is very strange