Russian
The Kartetch
A needle under my skin
I hate this midnight feeling
I’m waiting for a new day
And for new trouble’s setting
No buddy for high-fiving
That lonely wolf is howling
Inviting lazy hunters
Guess, it’s an easy prey
Why did I choose precisely that way
For lovely walkings?
How did I find the corner here to get into?
Yeah, I’m Russian truly
Yeah, I’m not a bully
And I catch the sadness
Like a cruel flu
Yeah, I’m Russian truly
Yeah, I’m not a bully
Well, I always catch the sadness
Just like you
Don’t knock on my open door
You’re invited, c’mon
Despite my wounds and humble hopes
To heal them
Hold on! There is nothing wrong
And dance attendance upon
These gloomy guys to make them smile
Don’t be late
No hard feelings, baby
Please, don’t ignore me, baby
Cause I’m the same as you, and you’re the same as me
Yeah, I’m Russian truly
Catch the sadness-bullet
Well, I catch the sadness
Like a cruel flu
Yeah, I catch the sadness
Yeah, I’m Russian truly
Yeah, I’m not a bully
And I catch the sadness
Like a cruel flu
Yeah, I’m Russian truly
Yeah, I’m not a bully
Well, I always catch the sadness
Just like you
Kiss me, God
Kiss me, brothers! Kiss me, sisters