С каждым годом все хуже. И каждая зима под эту песню становится все холоднее и холоднее.. темная комната, синий «фильтр» за окном. Бесконечный мороз. Хочется лежать под пледом и ничего не делать, но обстоятельства вынуждают быть сильнее и выходить в социум и притворяться счастливым. К черту это. И всех кто узнает себя в моем комментарии - верьте, и на нашей улице однажды наступит весна…

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каждая осень проходит в апатии и этом треке в ушах по кругу

сука дима мой самый любимый жаль что все плохр

никита я не хчу жить без тя

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Mankind is caught in a trance, repeating the same loops. 
Chemical urges, tribal fights, history replayed in endless groups.

Desire and conflict are not sins, they are biology’s code. 
But left unchecked, they drive the species down a destructive road.

The choice is not to erase the human, but to redirect the flame. 
To live with love, to compete in games, to change the frame.

Sports and art can hold the drive, 
while war and conquest no longer survive.

AI and automation stand ready as tools, 
to build habitats in space, rewriting the rules.

Self‑designing, self‑assembling, self‑maintaining spheres, 
a technological hive expanding across the years.

No more fighting over patches of ground, 
when upward expansion is the solution found.

The real strength of a species is not in its fight, 
but in its ability to expand, to embed its light.

Ecological fractals of consciousness can spread, 
woven deeper into the universe instead.

Automation can grow food with precision, 
mathematical farming fulfilling the vision.

Children need not starve, nor people die in vain, 
when abundance is engineered, hunger is slain.

The cosmos offers a gift, a path divine, 
but mankind must choose to align.

Future generations will look back amazed, 
that the trance was broken, the path re‑raised.

They will thank the year when vision took hold, 
when humanity chose evolution over the old.

The trance is ancient, tribal, chemical, deep, 
but consciousness can awaken from its sleep.

Discussion is the first step, debate the way, 
to guide the species with vision today.

Hip hop can carry the truth in rhyme, 
a format loved, a rhythm in time.

Stand as equals, demand direction clear, 
intelligence and vision steering the sphere.

There is nothing mankind cannot create, 
with AI and automation shaping fate.

The future supreme is not fantasy or dream, 
it is the logical path, the cosmic scheme.

(pause, slow closing tone) 
The future is here. 
Tomorrow is calling. 
Answer the call.


Answer the Call

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