Текст песни Контора Кука - То место

Sleep looking for a way out
But it blows the current to the bottom.
Please consider me an inventor
Or, at worst, a debtor.

What was, what was, my joy,
And I do not care about conscience and honor.
I just wanted to find the place
Where I already am.

From the outside it looks like being chosen
And from the inside - into a lethargic sleep.
Oh, how nice it is to think of me as an inventor
Or, at worst, a debtor.

So come what may, my joy,
And I do not care about conscience and honor.
I just wanted to find the place
Where I already am.

And how can you not remember the words of the sage,
Grigory Skovoroda,
That this world caught me but didn't catch me
So run, brother, run.

Run, brother, run, I told myself
And I do not care about conscience and honor.
I just wanted to find the place
Where I already am.