I.Witness - Вечная мерзлота - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Local pride crumbles into ashes in our palms, and we rub the soot across our faces.

To pretend to be a native, different, unlike ourselves behind thousands of checkpoints.

To blame a certain mentality, that in a country where day and night are on opposite sides.

I'm here, I'm nowhere, I'm in the permafrost, and it will tear me to shreds.

It's a shame envy is a poor creator, my inner worm, my demon at my back.

Map, travel, and photographs gnaw at you, and you harden—of course.

It would seem that means they're all lucky.

Look behind you, your baggage of problems, obligations, debts, the taunts of fate.

You should have been grateful that everything is at least like this.

Let the lights on all the Lenin Streets of the world go out in an instant, and they, all those people, join hands and build their bridge from the seas to the permafrost.

For those who Forgotten, driven into the ground by prices and poverty

Distance, which means so much, especially when no one hears you