Lyrics Грустные частушечки - Жанна Бичевская

thousands of umbilical cords are linked with my hands
Big Brother is feeding us
as good as he can
and the cables like bondage and bandage my mouth
connected with god
with the east, with west, with north, with the south
so hack it
crack it
rip it and spit into one million rooms
frame it
paste it
who is now connected to whom?
hack it
crack it
rip it and spit into one million rooms
frame it
paste it
who is now connected to whom?
and there is no origin
we don't know where to go
you have my plug, my colt
and you digitized my soul
I don't need you informationaty
but it will die
it will, it will die without me
Hey mister, did you get your night
do you like more speed
more space and more time?
now thank you, sir
I've got enough decisions to decide
i don't wanna love her
to live
my life my life my life my life
who is now now now connected to whom?
who is now.? who is now.?
And I forgot the world
when you took me up
from the library of unread books
And we went to the sea side
where you tought me to trace
after every wave
the traces are finished
faces/phases in the sand, in the sand, in the sand, in the sand