Гормон счастья

Hey, wake up, you overslept the day, dude
It's raining, the climate is deceptive
Throw on a jacket, there are things ahead
I'm from the dopamine department

I want to pull you out of bed
So you don't become a plant between the walls
The soul started singing, we lay it down on the beat

Push yourself off the pier
So the soul doesn't get so bored
Today, reach the finish line
Because every day there's less of me

Never thought about it? We have as much time left together
Yesterday you drank, in the morning you think about a healthy lifestyle
I direct the blood to your head, get up, wryneck
Fabergé eggs await you ahead, like a target
Like a target

Where are the pals now
With whom you spent time so leisurely?
It wasn't worth a dime
The soul hurts, the soul hurts

Push yourself off the pier
So the soul doesn't get so bored
Today, reach the finish line
Because every day there's less of me

Time can't be returned, and it's irreparable
What's behind is forgotten in ruins
Like quarantine, your life under ice
I know, my friend, how unbearable

This routine, this routine
And no matter how sadness envelops you
I burst in with a clang, welcome
Wake up, shouting, the time has come

Push yourself off the pier
So the soul doesn't get so bored
Today, reach the finish line
Because every day there's less of me

(Push yourself off the pier)
(Today, reach the finish line)