Текст песни Вася Обломов - Трагедия

We watch movies with the same faces
Guessing games, various blitz
Similar houses are alike
Gray, black, moody cities
On the TV screen they replace each other
Heroes of leisure activities
As if singers, as if on stage
Artificial applause
And again, in the arena of someone's wife, children and their girlfriends
And somewhere in the suburbs of Kaluga
Behind the scene of the local house of culture
Sad promoter counts bills
People do not go to the performance
Lost food hurts stomach
Around the bad hotels and dog cold
The taxi driver again finds no change for him.
Discussion topics are repeated
Again power, people, public opinion
The development of democracy, the decline of culture
Repair in the apartment, last-minute tours
Gloss Heroes and Common People
Where I met, with whom I spent the New Year
Share a photo, write a comment
Like the video, catch the right moment
And every day repeating the previous

Justifying Your Daily Bread
Like a squirrel in a wheel moving downhill
Gray landscape enclosed in a window frame
In search of meaning and some ideals
We follow the fictional characters of the series
They are brave, they go beyond
And we even live at home like spiders in a jar
We laugh, thinking it's a comedy
But our life is tragedy at its core
We will disappear without leaving anything behind
With the hope that the family will remember us
It seems to us that all life is ahead
Even if we are at the very end of the road
We try to have fun so as not to die of boredom
And imagine what our grandchildren will be
Like dead fish, we go with the flow
Finding no conclusion
Each of us lacks tolerance
Our life is some kind of injustice
It is warm in the dark from May to April
And there is no light at the end of the tunnel
We can assume, but we do not know what is important
It’s not clear to us how to live, and it’s scary to die