извините я не хочу это переводить, это слишком плохо будет звучать на русском
my body feels like a room
a room with no key
even if some flowers bloom
my mind still wants to flee
bright bold petals outside
putrid rot beneath
I may look full of pride
but I clench my teeth
everyone feels so closed
I’m afraid I will be disposed
I am done being trapped
I have no choice but to adapt
написано Vladimir Rubin (vavakado) 2025