Daria Zawiałow - Punk Fu!

It's been some time since I last enjoyed it
The difference in views attacks me
My twentieth face is forced into submission
Symmetrical sentences, what a fragile unity, oh-woah

I washed sand away from my eyes
Unnecessary deposits
Kilograms of grateful words, oh-woah

I feel as if I'm running away
From every thought and brief dream
I fall to the ground in a single breath
As if I was vaporizing into shadow
I feel as if I'm sneaking out
I won't be back at midnight
I won't be back, oh no

We share money and we share addictions
We have incredibly high loans
Nevertheless, there's no point
While on blurred roads with no context

Confused by fear
Unnecessary deposits
A few grams of grateful words

I feel as if I'm running away
From every thought and brief dream
I fall to the ground in a single breath
As if I was vaporizing into shadow
I feel as if I'm sneaking out
I won't be back at midnight
I won't be back, oh no

Through rose-colored glasses
The pink stream condenses
And is no longer comfortable
It's no longer in fashion

You fight colossal fights
Transparent gloves
You throw your punches at random
So that you may not miss

I feel as if I'm running away
From every thought and brief dream
I fall to the ground in a single breath
As if I was vaporizing into shadow
I feel as if I'm sneaking out
I won't be back at midnight
I won't be back, oh no

I won't be back! I won't be back!
I won't be back! I won't be back!
I won't be back! I won't be back!