To begin with, I’m sharing some Russian-language music tracks that caught my attention.

The first track is Kajfovnya – Stay Human (Yandex Music), an Armenian rap song.

The second track: Petr Borisov – The scammer (Yandex Music), based on the humorous poems of the poet Petr Borisov.

Lyrics

I will provide the lyrics of the songs.

Lyrics: Kafovnya – Stay Human

Stay Human

Oh-oh-oh,
You know how it is,

Seryoga came, lived in Yerevan,
And he didn’t notice how he became Sergo,
A year has passed, I’m now from Seryog,
I didn’t realize when, but Seryoga is long gone,

I looked in the mirror, and there was an apricot in my eyes,
There’s matsun, herbs, and hot sauce in the fridge.,
Kyankus now I say my mascara instead,
And I wonder where this smoothness comes from in me.,

In the morning, a neighbor out of habit: Inchik chacha,
Lava, macaw, everything is in the shower, everything is on the light for now,
I learned how to make a toast in fifteen minutes,
The first is for peace, the fifth is for those who don’t lie.,

Uncle Ashot told me that it’s shorter than three minutes,
It’s not a toast, so it doesn’t work,
Now I park diagonally in Yerevan,
They honk, I wave bravo, it’s okay, bro,

Before, I used to shout “Gamarjoba” out of ignorance,
Now I use “Tsavotan” to forget my suffering,

I’m Sergo, and I’m full of jahn,
Yerevan has reassembled me,
The zurna sings, the bayan plays along with the heart,
Armenia is a place where you can warm yourself up,

Hello from Armenia,
Stone, lava, welcome,
Here, if you’re one of us, you’ve known the word “ek par” for a long time,

I bought a jinyal, it’s a kind of oven, ara,
I bake lavash myself, flour on my elbows, ugara,
I’ve mastered gata, it’s sweet and flaky, eh,
Sudzhukh hangs on the balcony as a common success,

In the morning, the grandmother shouts from the balcony: Uador,
Sergo jan, the talmah is ready, not shame my fence,
Flying down the stairs, forgot about the floors,
In Moscow, in a hurry to traffic jams, here on lavash to live,

Coffee now only on the sand, surprise,
The guest comes, sit down, tell about life,
Previously in a hurry, as in the subway in rush hour,
Now I dance to Katza when the disco music is on VK,

Someone said at Aunt Anush’s birthday party in tears:
You’re our heart, even though you have a Russian passport,
In the queue: Inchik allah wa brother, here’s a mandarin,
Armenia is not a country, it’s a 24/7 jan store,

I’m Sergo, and I’m full of jan,
Yerevan has reassembled me,
The zurna sings, the bayan plays along with my heart,
Armenia, it’s a place where you can warm up,

Hello from Armenia,
Stone, lava, welcome,
Here, if you’re one of us, you know the word “ex-pair” for a long time,

I didn’t notice how Seryoga went into silence,
I just woke up one day and responded to Sergo Jan,
Jan, jan, it’s not a suffix, a word, or a sound,
Jan, it’s when you come in, and a hundred warm hands embrace you without questions, without who you are,

Just for being here,
Just for being alive,
Oh-oh,
Seryoga was left somewhere in Moscow,
And here is Sergo,
Tsavotanem, lava, Yerevan,
Inchik chacha, everything will be lava, brother.

Lyrics: Petr Borisov – The scammer.

The scammer

We were very much looking forward to communism,
But the Leninists became the princes.
Wherever you go, everything is stolen,
And what is left is not allowed to be taken.
The river was stolen from us the other day,
Covering the banks with a fence,
Where can a person go,
If even the fish has nowhere to go.
 
I have hidden my happiness and my dream,
And every day I am on duty,
And although it is already unbearable
From these thefts.
They even steal emptiness,
Words, ideas, and crypto,
And they’ll tell you such a story,
That you’ll give it back yourself!
 
In flight, they can even steal a comet,
Once they’ve stolen the astral plane,
Yesterday it was there, but now it’s gone,
I remember for sure: I didn’t take it!
My neighbor kept freebies in his garden —
They even stole them,
It’s a shame for the country,
As if it’s all crooks.
 
I’ve hidden my happiness and my dream,
And every day I’m on duty,
And even though I can’t stand it anymore
From these thefts.
They even steal emptiness,
Words, ideas, and crypts,
And they’ll tell you such lies,
That you’ll give it away yourself!

02.02.2025, poet P. Borisov

Commenting

At first glance, these tracks do not have a direct musical or thematic connection, but I believe that they share a humorous and absurd approach to depicting reality.

“Stay Human” (Kafovnya)

This is a rap song with a distinct Armenian flavor. The lyrics tell the story of a man who, after moving to Yerevan, gradually adopts the local culture: he starts speaking a different language (“Kyankus instead of ‘my mascara'”), learns traditional dishes (lavash, sujuk), and even changes his name to “Sergo.” The song is built on the contrast between the protagonist’s provincial past and his new, “Yerevan-based” identity.

“The scammer” (Pyotr Borisov)

The track is based on humorous poems by the same author. Its content is also based on grotesque and ironic images of Russian reality. Here are some characteristic lines:

We were very much looking forward to communism, but now we have Leninist princes. The river was stolen from us the other day, and the banks were closed with a fence.

Where can a person go if there is no place for even a fish?

Here, the poet mocks social and everyday paradoxes, which are characteristic of his ironic view of reality. In “Stay Human” it’s a show of cultural shock and adaptation, in “The scammer” it’s a satire on social phenomena. Both texts use the grotesque, ridiculous situations and language games to show the absurdity and paradox of life.

Thus, although the tracks were created by different authors, they share a common style — a witty, sometimes bitter, but always ironic sketch on the edge of reality.

Don’t waste a resource, don’t cling, don’t be a SCAMMER, otherwise Valhalla

I will share my personal understanding and apologize if my words do not fit into your understanding. I will allow myself to make this comment, because the Lord has sent me the songwriters that I am referring to, and their songs that people can hear with their own ears. So.

No woman can love a man the way a mother loves her son. And you shouldn’t count on it. At the same time, women can’t help but take resources from men, as their purpose is to create space from the energy that men provide. Women take from men until they reach their limit. If there is no limit, women can easily send men to Valhalla.

Women don’t care about men the way mothers care about their sons. It’s the same here. And if a man clings to a woman like a mother, then again, how reasonable is it? Every man has only one mother.

Then the questions arise:

• If a man cannot set a limit and voluntarily chooses the path to Valhalla, then who is to blame?
• If a man wants to receive from a woman the same things that he received from his mother, then who is deceiving whom?

Men do not think about this, and when one of them lacks resources, it is tempting to blame the woman. This is wrong. If a man doesn’t have enough resources, it’s not the woman who’s robbing him, it’s the man himself who can’t hold on to his resources.

• And it’s not clear who the real scoundrels are anymore.
• And it’s not clear where all these scoundrels came from.

Don’t humiliate a woman, or you’ll end up in Valhalla

Please think about this. Every woman is a mother. And anyone who doesn’t respect their mother is punished for their disrespect. What is disrespect? This is energy. So, doesn’t a man who doesn’t respect a woman take away his own energy with his own hands?

I’m sorry, but I’m warning you that anyone who humiliates a woman will be punished until they reach Valhalla.

So, what should we do?

It’s clear that a man needs to learn how to conserve his energy while respecting a woman. It’s unacceptable, and anyone who humiliates a woman doesn’t gain strength.

In other words, Valhalla is both there and here. It’s like a closed loop(s) that you want to jump out of, but you can’t. Or as a black mark(s).

I know firsthand that if a man gets into a similar loop(s), then it’s difficult to get out of it (them) on their own. For example, I’m jumping out this year, although there are some details where I’m wrong. And my baby squirrel has been spinning on wheels for over 50 years. May the women forgive me. My humble obeisance. It’s totally my fault. Excuse me.

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