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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

New Arbat quiet now, just ghosts in empty streets
Busted holo-kiosks flicker, repeating old defeats
Fought the megacorps hard, clawed back what we could
Won the rusted scraps, but paid in flesh and blood
Afterlife bar downtown, stools still warm from ghosts
No more free rounds tonight, the taps are locked and closed
Old rebel lighter sparks, then dies in shaky hand
Darkness creeps in slow, claims the last forgotten land

Ashes and neon sleet, falling slow
Sarcastic sigh: “We told you so”
Burned it down, but weeds regrow
Same old cycle, same old show

New execs roll in smooth, with shinier chrome upgrades
Fresh corporate lies polished under upgraded blades
Same old promises recycled, wrapped in better code
Different logos glowing on the same decaying road
From the gutter neon glow, another kid wakes up blind
Chasing phantom highs, leaving sanity behind
They sell the dream in packets, charge per fleeting spark
We buy the crash and burn, then fade into the dark

Ashes and neon sleet, falling slow
Sarcastic sigh: “We told you so”
Burned it down, but weeds regrow
Same old cycle, same old show

Ashes and neon sleet, falling slow
Sarcastic sigh: “We told you so”
Burned it down, but weeds regrow
Same old cycle, same old show

Neon rain on Moscow glass, your avatar fades in the dark
Yandex maps our broken nights, echoes lost in every spark
Matryoshka heart, empty layers, I search for you inside
Your data lingers in my veins, but the warmth has long since died

Love in the wires, fading slow…

We fade like drones in the red square sky
Your touch was electric, now it’s goodbye
Glitch my heart, let it go cold
In this cyber winter, I’m alone with your ghost

We crash like drones in the red square sky
Your touch is electric, but it’s all a lie
Glitch my heart, reboot my soul
In this cyber winter, you’re the only glow

Metro tunnels breathe with light, your shadow lingers on the wall
Rostec drones watch from above, silent witnesses to all
Wild code drifts through my screen, your voice an echo in the stream
Every update carves the wound, nothing left of what we dreamed

Love in the grid, dying slow…

We fade like drones in the red square sky
Your touch was electric, now it’s goodbye
Glitch my heart, let it go cold
In this cyber winter, I’m alone with your ghost

We crash like drones in the red square sky
Your touch is electric, but it’s all a lie
Glitch my heart, reboot my soul
In this cyber winter, you’re the only glow

Hold me in VR one more time…
Before the blackout takes what’s mine…

We fade like drones… glitch my heart…
Let it go cold… your ghost remains…
In this broken code… alone…