О ТАКОМ НЕ ГОВОРЯТ (THEY DON’T TALK ABOUT THIS)

Song Meaning

The lyrics open with a stark portrayal of a mind caught between day and night, haunted by the "smell of alcohol on lips" and the urgent need to "forget you." This sets an immediate tone of weary escape and internal conflict, suggesting a deep-seated regret or lost connection. The scene quickly shifts from a pub to the lonely journey home, where thoughts of "how to find" something or someone linger, yet ultimately "it changes nothing at all." A profound sense of exhaustion pervades, with "my sneakers are worn out" and the city feeling like a suffocating "hive" where the speaker is just a "wasp." This physical and mental fatigue culminates in a desperate plea to "let me go into myself," highlighting a desire for isolation amidst overwhelming questions and the painful realization that "you will never look into my eyes." The speaker appears to be grappling with a past relationship, underscored by the painful act of deleting "all our photos on the phone." The parenthetical asides are crucial, revealing raw, unvarnished truths: "(love)" contrasting with alcohol, "(I knew)" about the lost gaze, and the self-inflicted pain of deleting photos "(I myself)." This internal monologue culminates in the chilling admission, "they don't talk about this, but I died (I lied)," exposing a hidden, fatal wound and a history of deception that society prefers to ignore. The lyrics escalate into stark imagery of self-destruction, from wanting to "put a bullet in my temple" to "break against the stones," reflecting an intense desire to escape a life where "years passed, I didn't notice them." Yet, a twist emerges as the speaker declares, "it's hard to understand me but this is part of my art," suggesting that this profound pain and isolation are not just burdens but also the very source of their creative expression, ending with a vulnerable "drops fell from my eyes" into a "chasm of my warmth."