Lyric

Во тьме, изо всех сил борясь за жизнь

Я уж не знаю, кто я — он или она

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А когда я пел, кто-то меня услышал

Today I couldn’t come up with anything

I merely spent the dark night exhaling until, before I knew it, morning had arrived—

As if I were roaming a slum, greeting the day with weary sighs

That night, I grew tired of the words from those around me

And with each breath, I formed my own

Yet still

With nothing resolved, today too I’m being swallowed by darkness

I wonder, what am I supposed to be—"me" as in a man or a woman?

Without an answer, the morning light itself felt unwelcome

Struggling to survive in the dark night

I no longer even know if I’m him or her—

Just a careless play on words

While I was singing, someone listened

Today, I couldn’t think of anything at all;

Before I knew it, I had spent the dark night until morning

Breathing out like I was in a slum

Welcoming the night when every word around me felt like smoke

I exhaled, letting my words flow

But still

Without any resolution, today I’m swallowed by the dark again

Who exactly am I? "Who exactly am I?"

As morning light broke, it felt as unwelcome as before