Дурка🎉(Funny Farm)
A synthpop production led by deep, pulsing bass underpins raw, expressive vocals brimming with passion and emotional intensity. Spontaneous melismas, breathy sighs, rasp, vocal fry, and pitch imperfections interplay with airy synth layers, creating an unpolished, authentic texture.
Дурка🎉(Funny Farm)
A synthpop production led by deep, pulsing bass underpins raw, expressive vocals brimming with passion and emotional intensity. Spontaneous melismas, breathy sighs, rasp, vocal fry, and pitch imperfections interplay with airy synth layers, creating an unpolished, authentic texture.
Lyrics
[eng]---
Verse 1 - The voice is quiet, insinuating, almost like a psychotherapist, but with a hint of superiority
Quiet, little ones, the doctor is here, sit in a row.
I have for you a new, wondrous garden.
Your diagnosis is simple to tears, to the point of nausea:
An overdose of gray emptiness.
A code of rules, the yoke of tradition, clone-like smiles...
I will take these pathetic templates off you.
I will prescribe you vivid delirium, colorful psychosis,
So that your every moment is a bouquet of wondrous... wild roses!
Chorus - The music becomes more dynamic, danceable, electro-pop with industrial "hits". The vocals are confident, almost enthusiastic, playful
Madhouse, madhouse, my mortar,
Where the soul is a fragile little shell.
Here a bunny jumped on the bed,
And a furry is learning to growl!
The music fades for a moment and her whispers come to the fore, superimposed over a pulsating bass.
To growl...
To be silent...
To tremble...
Music is back with renewed vigor.
Madhouse, madhouse, my madhouse!
You have all fallen into my hands!
And this one with a lollipop in his mouth…
I paint the emptiness with childhood.
Tyoo-tyoo, my sweetie, tyoo-tyoo...
Now you are in the right formation.
Verse 2 - The voice becomes more mocking, playful, with a touch of childish caprice
Look, what an obedient boy, my patient.
He was a clerk, gray as asphalt, a boring dude.
Now in his ears there's excitement, in his eyes there's fright,
He is my fluffy, white, my favorite friend!
Such a darling, my whim, my work!
To rid the world of this boring, stuffy vomit.
I like to watch as it ripens in them...
My insane, tart wine.
Chorus - The music and vocals repeat with even more energy and smugness
Madhouse, madhouse, my madhouse!
Here they treat despair and boredom!
Here a bunny is hopping in a meadow,
And here a fursuit is unbearable!
Madhouse, madhouse, my madhouse!
You have all fallen into my hands!
And this one with a lollipop in his mouth…
I put colors into your grayness!
Are you sure that it's us who need to be treated here?
Your thirst for bright colors, your childish, wild dance...
You look into our souls as if into a shop window.
But in your own eyes... there is a sick deviltry."
Hmm... what an amusing exhibit.
What a wonderful, defiant gaze.
Not just a broken soldier,
But in a sweet glaze... a sharp poison.
A female voice, savoring, speaking
What a wonderful... candidate...
For my favorite...
Toys...
Instrumental Interlude
Chorus - The music and vocals repeat with even more energy and smugness
Madhouse, mad-mad-madhouse!
Here they treat despair and boredom!
Here a bunny is hopping in a meadow,
And here a fursuit is unbearable!
Madhouse, madhouse, my madhouse!
You have all fallen into my hands!
And this one with a lollipop in his mouth…
I put colors into your grayness!
[rus]---
Verse 1 - The voice is quiet, insinuating, almost like a psychotherapist, but with a hint of superiority
Тихо, детки, доктор здесь, садитесь в ряд.
У меня для вас есть новый, дивный сад.
Ваш диагноз прост до слёз, до тошноты:
Передозировка серой пустоты.
Правил свод, устоев гнёт, улыбки-клоны...
Я сниму с вас эти жалкие шаблоны.
Я пропишу вам яркий бред, цветной психоз,
Чтоб каждый миг ваш был букетом дивных... диких роз!
Chorus - The music becomes more dynamic, danceable, electro-pop with industrial "hits". The vocals are confident, almost enthusiastic, playful
Дурка, дурка, моя ступка,
Где душа — хрупкая скорлупка.
Вот зайчик прыгнул на кровать,
А фурри учится рычать!
The music fades for a moment and her whispers come to the fore, superimposed over a pulsating bass.
Рычать...
Молчать...
Дрожать...
Music is back with renewed vigor.
Дурка, дурка, моя дурка!
В мои попали вы все руки!
А этот с леденцом во рту…
Я крашу в детство пустоту.
Тю-тю, мой сладенький, тю-тю...
Теперь ты в правильном строю.
Verse 2 - The voice becomes more mocking, playful, with a touch of childish caprice
Смотри, какой послушный мальчик, мой пациент.
Был клерком, серым, как асфальт, занудный кент.
Теперь в ушах его азарт, в глазах испуг,
Он мой пушистый, белый, мой любимый друг!
Такая прелесть, мой каприз, моя работа!
Избавить мир от этой скучной, душной рвоты.
Мне нравится смотреть, как зреет в них оно...
Моё безумное, терпкое вино.
Chorus - The music and vocals repeat with even more energy and smugness
Дурка, дурка, моя дурка!
Здесь лечат от тоски и скуки!
Вот зайчик скачет на лугу,
А вот фурсьют невмоготу!
Дурка, дурка, моя дурка!
В мои попали вы все руки!
А этот с леденцом во рту…
Я краски в серость вам кладу!
[A man's voice, speaking, a little drunk]:
"Доктор.
А вы уверены, что лечить здесь нужно нас?
Ваша жажда ярких красок, ваш ребячий, дикий пляс...
Вы глядите в наши души, как в витрину магазина.
Но в глазах у вас самих... больная чертовщина."
Хм... какой забавный экспонат.
Какой прекрасный, дерзкий взгляд.
Не просто сломленный солдат,
А в сладкой глазури... острый яд.
A female voice, savoring, speaking
Какой прекрасный... кандидат...
В мои любимые...
Игрушки...
Instrumental Interlude
Chorus - The music and vocals repeat with even more energy and smugness
Дурка, дурка, моя дурка!
Здесь лечат от тоски и скуки!
Вот зайчик скачет на лугу,
А вот фурсьют невмоготу!
Дурка, дурка, моя дурка!
В мои попали вы все руки!
А этот с леденцом во рту…
Я краски в серость вам кладу!
острый яд.
speaking
Какой прекрасный... кандидат...
В мои любимые...
Игрушки...
Игрушки...
Chorus - The music and vocals repeat with even more energy and smugness
Дурка, дурка, моя дурка!
Здесь лечат от тоски и скуки!
Вот зайчик скачет на лугу,
А вот фурсьют невмоготу!
Дурка, дурка, моя дурка!
В мои попали вы все руки!
А этот с леденцом во рту…
Я краски в серость вам кладу!