What Do You Do
What do you do?
May be I’m sleeping may be I’m fucking
May be taking over the world that’s what I do
What do you do?
Stupid question
And besides surely know
It doesn’t mean a damn fuck to you
I fall from a skyscraper with a phone in my hand
You interrupt my self-digging
I dance waltz at dance floor
Break at ski-ringing
You think it’s not right
You were breaking my life
So now let me fly away from here free
What do you do?
Where are you?
What sounds do you hear?
You shall ask who I am, how I feel
When I really don’t love and I live
What do you do?
Inappropriate question like a tea-leaf that you have to chew
Stupid question
And besides surely know
It doesn’t mean a damn fuck to you
(Пер. 15.12.2014)
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