[Intro – filtered sample, distant voice] Oni govoryat… ya slepoi… No oni ne vidyat… nichego… [Verse 1] Oni smotryat glazami, no pustye vnutri, Ya zakryvayu veki — i mir gorit. Bez tsena na veshchi, bez shuma i mask, Tol’ko chistaya pravda, tol’ko serdtsa task. Mne ne nuzhny kraski, chtoby videt’ svet, On zhivyot vnutri, ego ne skryt’ net, Ty gonish’sya za blyaskom, ya slushayu tish’, Tam, gde ty nichego — ya nahozhu smysl. [Chorus] Ya slepoi? Net… ya vizhu glubzhe, Tam gde vy tonete — ya stoyu uzhe. Zakroy glaza — i ty poymesh menya, Istinnyy mir — ne dlya glaz, a dlya dnya. Ya slepoi? Net… ya vizhu svet, Kotoryy ne uvidit tot, kto zhivet kak bred. Bez distraktsiy, bez lozhi, bez igr, Ya vizhu mir takim, kakoy on est’. [Verse 2] Ty smotrish’ na litsa, ya chuvstvuyu dushe, Ty ishchish’ formu, ya slyshu glubzhe, Kazhdyy moment kak nota vnutri, Ty prokhodish mimo — ya zhivu v etom dni. Mir krasiv, kogda ty ego ne lovish’, Kogda ty ne sudish’, ne sravnivayesh, ne sporish’, Ty prosto est’ — i etogo dostatochno, Istina tikhaya, no tochno potocnaya. [Bridge – slowed, atmospheric] Zakroy… zakroy glaza… Tam bol’she, chem kazhetsya… Bez sveta… bez litsa… Ty uvidish sebya… [Chorus] Ya slepoi? Net… ya vizhu glubzhe, Tam gde vy tonete — ya stoyu uzhe. Zakroy glaza — i ty poymesh menya, Istinnyy mir — ne dlya glaz, a dlya dnya. Ya slepoi? Net… ya vizhu svet, Kotoryy ne uvidit tot, kto zhivet kak bred. Bez distraktsiy, bez lozhi, bez igr, Ya vizhu mir takim, kakoy on est’. [Outro – fading sample, echo] Slepoi… no vizhu… Slepoi… no znayu… Zakroy glaza… I ty… tozhe…
