Anti-romanticism

I grew up in a huge communal dwelling,
Where the initial notions of the world
Emerged amidst the line for the bathroom,
Cold, grimy, community-handled,
Where rats were the masters of the kitchen, and ruffians shatter bottles around

I just wanted to fly! But every moron tells me how to crawl
Hey, teacher, Why don't exemplary cold stars burn?!
Grand faces - donner wetter in the new shadow theater
convrerts my brain in the bullpen for approved ideas

I am the Anti-romantic
Here it is! Anti-romanticism

Boogie-woogie, love and death,
I penned it in my own terms,
Synced as one - we all converge in the mechanics of the collective body
I shouted "PEACE" in Ward No. 6 at two o'clock in the night
They mockingly laughed:
“Easy, boy, projectiles are accurate enough”

Orders "Fire!" are everywhere
I need voice to be heard at least by the sky
It is challenging to mold a new world from dirt
When the earth turns to ashes, they will reckon - there's no way to feast on bundles of cash.

I am the Anti-romantic
Here it is! Anti-romanticism

Children who born in a society of downcast eyes see that the "Why don't exemplary cold stars burn as intended?!," and when they attempt to soar, surrounding always remind them that crawling is the only option. "Anti-Romanticism", with lyrics written by fourteen-year-old Ilya Utekhin, now doctor of the Philosophy, is a protest and critique that accompanies any growing up, prophetically understanding that consciousness will inevitably shape existence and result in catastrophe: "They mockingly laughed: “Easy, boy, projectiles are accurate enough”".

Performed by:
Vocals: Nikolay Kuntsevich (Nick Rock&Roll, Trite dushi)
Drums: Sergey Navetniy (Nate!, Splean)
Bass: Mikhail Dubov (Nate!, Duhi, The Meantraitors)
Keys: Andrey Selyunin (Nate!, Koshkin dom)
Guitar: Serafim Sinotov (Drugs addicted still alive, Gaft)

Recorded and mixed at Interzvuk
Special thanks to Konstantin Evgenievich Kinchev for permission to use the melody and part of the text from the song "My Generation"