Текст песни Вася Обломов - 3. Намедни

In nineteen eighty-fourth
I was born in the south, in Rostov-on-Don
When they found the Titanic, I was a year and a half
Nobody was waiting for me, history didn’t slow down

When Chikatilo cut children in Rostov
I looked apprehensively at strangers
When Chernobyl had a nuclear winter
I still had a good memory for names

Tanks stood near the white house
And in Rostov I watched two neighboring regions fight
When in the 90s shared natural resources
I went to school and was not even aware

The country chose Yeltsin both times
And I studied the difference between oil and gas in chemistry
Country of opportunity for a certain circle of people
Time for weak decisions and big ideas

Then, handing diplomas at the university
The dean told us: they say, sorry children
I don’t know who will become who and where will go
There is no prospect, I hope this passes

And living in the past no longer works at all
For the future is scary and we are lost
In crowds of people scattered around the cities
Mom dad hi don't know how are you there

I was on Bolotnaya Square, I spoke on Sakharov
There were many different thoughts and feelings of fear
That it won’t lead to anything good
But history moves and moves us forward

Someone does not care and someone doubts
Yes, I already know that shit happens in life
They’re giving up nerves, I’m giving up a little too
I speak more in songs and sing less

And I’m tired of thinking about the fate of the motherland
Nobody promised me a good ending here.
So what's the point of waiting for the end of the world
How cold is autumn after a hot summer?

After all, life is meaningless. If you live like this
You quit smoking to end up drinking
And who cares what goals
If you move slowly, barely?

What hope does faith inspire you
The last refuge of the hypocrite?
I'm scared to face this truth
But death is forever

Where did your miserable years go?
The introduction of this song will be part of the codes.
History has no reversal
Now is October two thousand and twelve

And if life is a game and we all play it
That time in which we do not choose

And if life is a game and we all play it
That time in which we do not choose
If life is a game and we all play it
That time in which we do not choose