Verse 1:
I haven't come out of my home for ten years already,
Kitchen, hall, guest room, storage, bedroom, toilet.
I take out the trash - I leave the bag near the apartment's door,
Then I hear a noise during the night - I don't go to see it, but it disappears in the morning.
Too lazy to figure out where the food in fridge comes from,
Too lazy to wake up, too lazy to lie in bed like a seal the whole day
Kitchen, toilet, guest room, storage, bedroom, hall,
There goes: Let Them Talk, Comedy Club, commercials, Fashion Sentence (these are all Russian TV shows)
Chorus:
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah - nothing new,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah - talking heads.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah - nothing new,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...
Verse 2:
Freak in the mirror - beard full of crumbs, shirt's covered in heck knows what...
I never leave my home - time doesn't flow.
Time is not like water, time is like ice or rubber,
My apartment is a spacecraft crawling into nowhere, and I'm flying on it.
Rap verse:
As a kid, I used to dream of being a cosmonaut,
Dressing in my overalls, I imagined wearing a spacesuit,
Digging my shovel into the ground, I quite clearly
Pictured taking samples of alien soil.
On winter evenings, in the clear cold sky,
I would draw tracks among the stars with my eyes,
And if the aliens abducted me back then,
I would only worry that my parents would shout at me
When I'll come back with an implant in my skull,
Into the world without fantasy and esoterics...
Years have passed, and they didn't fly for me
Instead of spacesuit - training pants, instead of anabiosis - TV.
Chorus
Verse 3:
Later someone will turn that chatter off for me,
Forcefully unclench my numb hand with the remote,
Look at the time, write the record and zip the sack -
That's it, I've flown there, I'm so far away, I feel so good!
The new inhabitants will renovate the flat, make it cosy,
Children will look at the stars here and dream,
They will talk about how lucky they would be
If one day, a UFO would come for them from the sky.
Chorus:
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah - nothing new,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah - talking heads.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah - nothing new,
Nothing new, nothing new...