Текст песни Дядя Громъ, Bloodmasta Cut, Petrovich feat. МАНС, Киря Ллирик, DJ Dr. Mel - БАЛАНС

And so, another vessel has been drained to the very dregs;
My reason slowly drifts away into the void.
A quarter-century passes like a sudden flash—how the years fly by!
I stand amidst the whirlwind of events—it is summer, and it washes over me like a wave.

To swim or not to swim—a struggle rages on among mankind.
You may conceal a problem, but only the years can truly erase a loss.
I’ll play the villain—for people are a herd, and their homes mere boxes.
You reject this choice, crying out instead: "This is my fate!"

Your thoughts will chart the course—a path toward new sights and places,
Spurring you to test the waters and discover what is truly meant for you.
You must proceed with boldness and maturity, assessing the true value of each day—
Always looking forward, my friend, never once glancing back.

And it feels good—so smooth—as one line flows seamlessly into the next.
I ask for your understanding, for these are words of pure sincerity—
As clear and pure as the eyes of the one whose very soul is a journey.
You wish to wait? Hold on—I shall begin, but without haste.

This world went mad long ago—even if, in the grand scheme, it remains ideal.
It is far easier to lose oneself in a stupor than to strive toward a goal.
Useless, empty chatter has somehow become a prized commodity.
No one shouts "Hurrah!" anymore, for we have long since strayed from the light.

Yes, the ruin lies within our minds—not in our latrines.
Weeds have taken deep root in the fields where quality content ought to grow.
Posts are churned out in haste, with minds fixed solely on the metrics.
And all the "top-tier" buzz and hype feels so utterly devoid of intellect.

"But look—we’re giving you *everything*! Don't you worry about a thing—hello?"
"We’ve simplified the flight for you; after all, thinking isn't really your forte."
"The times have changed; we’re not marching in lockstep anymore."
"Just surrender your free will to us—and we’ll take care of the rest!" The rest is hollow; all the age-old foundations have run their course.
We’ll go hurtling into the abyss in a brand-new machine.
Now we’re going to live like we’ve never lived before—
Though you soar in the clouds, you remain tethered to a spring.

Find your balance—breathe in, breathe out; I know God is watching.
At times we push through the whirlwind, summoning every ounce of strength.
Here, every step is a lark—just another freestyle rhyme dropped.
Seize the spark of the moment; strive to keep your spirit pure.

Strength shall be with us, fueling a movement of light and positivity.
I value truthfulness in people, and I hope that sentiment is mutual.
Some may glitter on the outside, but deep down, they’re fakes.
Remember: no matter what happens, there is always a way out.

Your life is like a book; here, you are both the author and the critic.
Sometimes it’s pure bliss; other times, a dark and trying stretch.
Life is a canvas, and you must choose your colors.
Decide how to react, and what words to speak—that is how I see it.

We are all racking up points, though in different disciplines.
Mother Russia has put us all through the wringer.
We all crave the laurels of victory, and we love to live the high life.
Just remember not to go overboard—find your balance.