Neon Moskva Wake-Up
Утро в цифровой Москве, где наблюдение и контроль стали частью быта. Героиня ещё выполняет привычный распорядок, но уже слышит треск внутри системы.
“I’m just another glitchy cog.”
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Neon Moskva Wake-Up
Проснись Москва
Woke up in a Khrushchyovka pod, rent paid in biometric blood,
Yandex eyes on every wall, “Good morning, citizen, don’t fall.”
Sber app drains my last ruble dry, while oligarchs touch the sky,
Moscow-City towers pierce the smog, I’m just another glitchy cog.
Проснись Москва
Neon Moskva, welcome to the freeze,
Pink snow falling on broken dreams,
Sarcastic smile in the acid rain,
Another day in the digital chain.
Neon Moskva, welcome to the freeze,
Pink snow falling on broken dreams,
Sarcastic smile in the acid rain,
Another day in the digital chain.
Проснись Москва
Scrolling VK feeds under curfew light, state-approved memes, what a sight,
“Госуслуги” knows my every sin, even thoughts I keep within.
Starting to feel the code crack wide, like old cassette tape inside,
One wrong ping and I’m flagged for life — time to jack in, start the strife.
Проснись Москва
Neon Moskva, welcome to the freeze,
Pink snow falling on broken dreams,
Sarcastic smile in the acid rain,
Another day in the digital chain.
(Проснись Москва)
Neon Moskva, welcome to the freeze,
Pink snow falling on broken dreams,
Sarcastic smile in the acid rain,
Another day in the digital chain.
Проснись Москва
Neon Moskva Wake-Up
Проснись Москва
