В мою сигарету под названием «жизнь»... - Шоколадный Торт

Water with pills in unruly streams
Are merging with a memory
Where I’m calling and looking for someone, not sure
If he is real or not
Not using you, you're too boring for me
Don't think too much – it is bad for your health
But every day behind your back
Tells all of us who exactly you are
I don’t either know, neither remember, in some village
Maybe in Kaluga, or it might be in Ryazan
There once lived a boy of a simple peasant family
He was blonde (with bluish eyes)
It’s a problemless world, a careless world
Where you're drowning beyond the consciousness
You’re calling for help, but no one will help
Who are we without a goal, why do others want us so much?
I am
Hating you for a bit
Hating me for a bit
Hating us all for a bit
I am
Hating you for a bit
Hating me for a bit
Hating us all for a bit
Every
Every single day
Is a dead loop
What is price for you
And what’s the price for me
Selling it for now
Or wait until a chance
We’re everyone’s assets
Except for us