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2021.06.08.

I’m freaking out, mama!

I'm drunk and I write you from a town called 'N',
That spreads freely over the river called 'K'
The river under the hotel balcony whispers all day
 
Suddenly I wanted so much to see you and talk,
But to call you now, dear mama, it’s too late
My angel, I’m sure you’re sleeping by the fire place
 
This means, that I will write to you and smoke,
Tearing my mouth with grimaces
Because otherwise it will tear me to pieces,
Like a carton of milk hits the wall surface
 
I’m freaking out, mama…
I’m freaking out, mama…
 
In this city the air changes the colour
It’s suddenly purple, then greenish and not God sent-
This miracle is sponsored by a chemical plant
 
Like a prison jacket most of the city is grey,
Only from rare but well-targeted billboards
You see the smiling face of the local delegate
 
About that delegate in the city 'N'
Everyone knows that he is a thief and a scoundrel
But on the other hand, he is a patriot and sportsman
And, it turns out - a good guy who does well
 
I’m freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
I’m freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
 
This city is being dug and burned all the time
And it made us all feel like we broke our spine-
Never again will this city look divine
 
Wooden Russia is buried up to its neck in mud
Over which half a dozen new buildings look like monoliths,
Here live the representatives of the local elite.
 
And there is a rally on the square,
As is appropriate now and we voted for, -
People are inflamed by 'brotherly' love everywhere
Loudly applauding brotherly war
 
I’m freaking out, mama!
I’m freaking out, mama!
 
People in this city read and drink a lot every day,
But reading and drinking garbage is their routine,
The choice of dishes is regulated by the TV screen
 
I read their newspapers and drank their wine,
And I confess, mama, I got drunk to smithereens,
This brainwashing is the strongest I've ever seen
 
And I think, mama, on this solemn no...te
Forgive me, I'll finish writing,-
Too many empty words, to hell with the details, mum,
I want you to know one thing:
 
I’m freaking out, mama!
I’m freaking out, mama!
I’m freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
I’m freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
 
I’m freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
Freaking out, mama!
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