Мусор в голове / Trash in the Head
This alternative rock and synthwave track hits with distorted electric guitars and punchy synth bass driving a 128 BPM rhythm. Aggressive live drums lock in with glitchy FX, while atmospheric pads swirl beneath. Soaring guitar solos lead epic builds. Double-tracked gritty baritone vocals cut through a dark, cinematic, cyberpunk-tinged mix with wide stereo imaging, saturated bass, and hard-compressed drums, all pristinely mastered.
Мусор в голове / Trash in the Head
This alternative rock and synthwave track hits with distorted electric guitars and punchy synth bass driving a 128 BPM rhythm. Aggressive live drums lock in with glitchy FX, while atmospheric pads swirl beneath. Soaring guitar solos lead epic builds. Double-tracked gritty baritone vocals cut through a dark, cinematic, cyberpunk-tinged mix with wide stereo imaging, saturated bass, and hard-compressed drums, all pristinely mastered.
Lyrics
👇🏻👇🏻English translation below 👇🏻 👇🏻 👇🏻
Как часто человек следит,
Какие мысли в голове?
Программ отслеживает шифр,
Чтоб не сидели, а бы где?
Конечно, если он в сознаньи,
Заметить это очень просто.
Другое дело - пониманье,
Не всё подходит же для роста.
Да выбрось мусор в голове
И прогони тех тараканов,
Что не даёт идти тебе,
Баланс меняет, словно пьяный!
И тянет, словно камнем вниз,
И не даёт дышать спокойно!
На шее он твоей повис,
Его можно убрать не больно!
Мешать бывают сделать выбор,
На что-то новое решиться.
Не помощь на пути, а глыба,
Возможность не даёт развиться.
Вгоняют и в ограниченья,
И веру точат, что в себя!
Не разрешают измененья,
Твердят одно, что «это зря!»
(Зря… Зря…)
Да выбрось мусор в голове
И прогони тех тараканов,
Что не даёт идти тебе,
Баланс меняет, словно пьяный!
И тянет, словно камнем вниз,
И не даёт дышать спокойно!
На шее он твоей повис,
Его можно убрать не больно!
Пересмотри свои программы!
Грудью позволь себе вздохнуть!
Свой мусор вынеси сама ты!
Светлее стало хоть чуть-чуть?
Да выбрось мусор в голове
И прогони тех тараканов,
Что не даёт идти тебе,
Баланс меняет, словно пьяный!
И тянет, словно камнем вниз,
И не даёт дышать спокойно!
На шее он твоей повис,
Его можно убрать не больно!
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How often does a person check
What thoughts are in their head?
Tracks the code of their own software,
So they're not stuck, but out somewhere?
Of course, if they're aware,
It's very simple to detect.
Another thing is understanding -
Not everything aids growth, you expect.
So throw the garbage from your head,
And drive those cockroaches away,
The ones that stop you moving forward,
That mess your balance, drunk and sway!
They pull you down like a heavy stone,
And don't let you breathe in peace!
They've hung around your neck, a drone -
You can remove them without a crease!
They often interfere with making choices,
With daring to decide on something new.
Not help along the path, but massive boulders,
That won't let possibilities break through.
They push you into limitations,
And gnaw away the faith you hold in you!
They don't allow transformations,
Just drone on, saying: "That's no use to do!"
(No use... No use...)
So throw the garbage from your head,
And drive those cockroaches away,
The ones that stop you moving forward,
That mess your balance, drunk and sway!
They pull you down like a heavy stone,
And don't let you breathe in peace!
They've hung around your neck, a drone -
You can remove them without a crease!
Re-examine all your software!
Let your chest heave a sigh, be free!
Take your own garbage out, yourself!
Has it become a bit brighter, can you see?
So throw the garbage from your head,
And drive those cockroaches away,
The ones that stop you moving forward,
That mess your balance, drunk and sway!
They pull you down like a heavy stone,
And don't let you breathe in peace!
They've hung around your neck, a drone -
You can remove them without a crease!