Borsch

[Intro] [Dark minor piano melody loop] [Lofi vinyl crackle and heavy breathing FX] [Low ominous bass drone] [verse 1] [Heavy hard-hitting rap beat enters] [Gritty aggressive male rap flow] You were standing and cooking borsch inside the kitchen place. If tomorrow it collapses, "so what?" I'll say in this case. If this borsch gets all rotten, just put more on my plate. If our light is all forgotten, then our lies were too great. But she still doesn't understand that the kitchen is not the main thing, And it's not about borsch at all, how could anyone imagine such a thing?! Making mush out of veggies, without knowing the rules of this ring! Even deathless Koschei hid his needle inside of his cloak, not his spring! [Pre-Chorus] [Beat slows down] [Subtle cinematic strings building deep tension] [chorus] [Explosive 808 bass drop] [Catchy emotional singing vocal with raw energy] But is it so important what kind of borsch you can see? It’s much more important, why is she always silent to me? And maybe your marriage is splitting right through the seams? And lost were the keys to the heart and the dreams. And who will protect your sweet little girl in the end? When all of the bricks are divided with no one to mend, The gray-headed doctors just shrug and they can't recommend, We are our own hangmen, the worst that the world could have sent. [chorus] [Chorus continues with high vocal passion] But is it so important what kind of borsch you can see? It’s much more important, why is she always silent to me? And maybe your marriage is splitting right through the seams? And lost were the keys to the heart and the dreams. And who will protect your sweet little girl in the end? When all of the bricks are divided with no one to mend, The gray-headed doctors just shrug and they can't recommend, We are our own hangmen, the worst that the world could have sent. [verse 2] [Beat gets heavier and darker] [Screaming furious rap flow] [Maximum aggressive vocal delivery] It happens that people are living for years and they don't even see, And how she is crying at nights, he won't grasp it, it's not meant to be, He sits and finishes eating his borsch, while their love is starting to flee, He never gets tired of it, he just eats and strips down to his knee. This routine is terrible, domestic life is a curse and a whore, A cook and a slut for him, he doesn't care anymore, Smelly pot on the stove, punch in the ear, she's dry down below, Just blow up this kitchen, let dishes all burn in this show! A moment, and look, on the photo she's old and she's cold, The flame of their love has died out, and the story is told. [Pre-Chorus] [Drums stop, ticking clock FX] [Tension rising fast] [chorus] [Ultimate explosive peak drop] [Heavy distorted sound devastation] But is it so important what kind of borsch you can see? It’s much more important, why is she always silent to me? And maybe your marriage is splitting right through the seams? And lost were the keys to the heart and the dreams. And who will protect your sweet little girl in the end? When all of the bricks are divided with no one to mend, The gray-headed doctors just shrug and they can't recommend, We are our own hangmen, the worst that the world could have sent. [chorus] But is it so important what kind of borsch you can see? It’s much more important, why is she always silent to me? And maybe your marriage is splitting right through the seams? And lost were the keys to the heart and the dreams. And who will protect your sweet little girl in the end? When all of the bricks are divided with no one to mend, The gray-headed doctors just shrug and they can't recommend, We are our own hangmen, the worst that the world could have sent. [Outro] [Drums stop instantly] [Only the quiet sad piano loop remaining] [Fading weary voice, whispering] The story is told... [Tape stop FX] [End]