Tell me, my god, what am I going to sing?
If even singing tell about me, my god, what am I going to sing?
It was already sang by someone
And moreover all of that's new actually, they badmouth
So I don't know what I'm going to do
Because if I can't innovate
I'm going to sing what have passed and they will say it's nostalgia
And that that time has gone and I'm out of touch with that that's new
But if it's new, they will badmouth
And today, it makes success who plagiarizes differently
And suddenly, it can be actually very cool
Because they have made good things in the past
And I mix how I want to, with everything that I want
Tell me how I can writе
If by only making four verses
An abstract and invisible mеtric appears to me
Telling me this verse is too long and that I should have stopped some time ago
And like that is just becoming worse
Look at that, it's too big
Look how ugly, it's enormous, please end it already
So I don't what I'm going to do
Beacause if I do it traditionally
They will call me traditionalist
But if I do something very crazy, they will call me crazy
And that way, you're never going to be so popular
But today what plays at soap operas is boring
And it goes to the radio to play one more time
So I run to the internet
Im a an alert boy and I download the new rocking hit
That's 66
Sixty-six!
Dodecaphony, dodecaphony, for you!