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[Intro]
Brrr

[Chorus]
I woke up, and I don't feel like doing anything again
I guess I'm sick and I should see a doctor
I know what the problem is, yeah, we fucked up the country
We didn't own it though, so I'm not sad
Russian means sad, no, Russian means fuck it
Whatever happens, we'll let it happen
I wake up at night, a voice screams at me, "Be with her!"
It's your country, isn't it?
It's your country, isn't it?
Is it your country? No

[Verse 1]
I will not sign a letter in defence of corrupt officials
I don't attend millionaires' dinner parties
I won't become president or prime minister
And I respect the taxi drivеrs and couriers more than them
Libеral artists financing the aggressor
Tracks on VKontakte, supposedly for the sake of the country and progress
Unfortunately for them, I'm gonna be independent
You should have said you wanted lots of money
I'm explaining to you now how I live
I get up with a heavy head, another day in delirium
As the month goes by and the year goes by
I despise time, I exchange it for emptiness
[Chorus]
I woke up, and I don't feel like doing anything again
I guess I'm sick and I should see a doctor
I know what the problem is, yeah, we fucked up the country
We didn't own it though, so I'm not sad
Russian means sad, no, Russian means fuck it
Whatever happens, we'll let it happen
I wake up at night, a voice screams at me, "Be with her!"
It's your country, isn't it?
It's your country, isn't it?
Is it your country? No

[Verse 2]
My dream is to get all Russian people high
To turn them into lesbians or gays
We won't have fathers or mothers
Parent 1 and Parent 2 fuck right on the porch
Let's finally forget the ninth of May
It's like pouring pepper on a barking dog
The problem with the state is that it doesn't only suck, but also bites
And my problem is that I fucked all the sacred sacraments
My little Russia, how I've had enough of you
On cigarettes at sixteen, hashish from Morocco
Now in Italy, I'm drowning in baroque
I hate sleep, I don't have enough time for it anyway
Quarter of my life on flights, you know, I haven't found paradise
I question every assertion
Maybe you should stop procreating
The official language of the country is arrogance
They don't work for themselves, but only for the state
The smart ones in quotes read bad books
The rest are ruled by the system and religion
[Outro]
You know, right from childhood I've hated your slavery
Your slavery to the state
Your slavery to religion
Your slavery to money
And the only purpose of your existence in my mind
Is that, thanks to you
I can walk around thinking, "I'm so fucking lucky I'm not like that"