Roll the drums, new wordplays
Records and more tours, Whisky, Troubadour
In the hotel, extra fruit in the new DUS
I don't have kids in aprons on the school bus
When I listen to my peers, they seem older
It's the experiences that age you, not birthdays
I still behave like their kids
With albums in hand, unable to complete them
Something is blocking the mechanism
"Like immobile" I stand on the stage of May 5th
I used to sing to escape the world in one leap
Now that singing is my world, I'm its hostage
I'm not the same as a second ago
In my case, trust me, even a second ago
In the morning, my hoarse voice grumbles
Says "put a cross over it," Golgotha

And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it

But what kind of people's tribune
I get sleepy, I sleep longer than Totoro
Outside everything blows up with molotovs
While on the couch I shorten the gap with Oblomov
Getting bored like others is better in the end
I pass the years like Mastroianni in "8 1/2"
I write, it's okay
I reread, it's not okay, I go out
Short life, like "by Adele" without the lesbian scenes
Attached to the pen like the press to the reporter
Crosswords like a holy conquest
From workaholic to "workaholic" because I often take breaks
And when I write a piece here, they pop Crystal
For as much fame as you get
The Trevi Fountain will always have more paying visitors
It makes no sense to play the misunderstood part
With everyone on my side, with everyone so courteous

And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it

I don't recognize myself anymore, prosopagnosia
I'm singing but my face isn't amused
I almost don't understand which song it is anymore
Every time I listen to myself again, I'm resentful
A surgery video reminds me
That it can be unpleasant to look inside
Until you become the object of your own contempt
And say "That's me spat out in the mirror!"
And I wait for nothing else (and I wait for nothing else)
Than to have another appearance
They come out as a surprise like a straight flush
Boiling inside like a thermos, here
It's still about me but it's not the same
There's no rest, this isn't a hostel
I take another step, not of the Stelvio
Away from this low mood, manure level

If you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
Recognize it
Recognize it

And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it

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