Song meaning of 1000 by Скриптонит (Skryptonite)

Ah, the song "1000" by Skryptonite. The lyrics tell a story of a dry, asphalt-like existence in the center of the neighborhood, with memories as plentiful as cracks in the pavement. The protagonist faces a dilemma of whether to solve problems or leave them hanging on a hanger, while being bombarded with calls and questions. But fear not, for our hero can swiftly change clothes and time will pass by in a flash. A couple of years go by, and all that's left is their character and some remnants of drool. They unapologetically shave a couple of paychecks from this field of life, oh the problems they have. And while they ponder why they don't have these problems before or after the underground scene, they conclude that brothers aren't necessary at parties, or at all for that matter. But hey, if you're a brother, then you better move in a way that makes all our sons proud tomorrow. Friendship, you see, knows no price. And as for you, my friend, if you find it hard to understand why they put earplugs on when hearing nonsense, well, that's just a mystery for you to ponder. And why are you still looking at those stains? Ha! Moving on to the chorus, they pose the eternal question: Do you want to take a bitch or a balalaika? A glass or a half? The bitch is right there, so close that they can feel the breath on their back. Loads of gazes are fixated on them because, well, loads of gazes are fixated on them. Do you still want to take a bitch or a balalaika? A glass or a half? The bitch is right there, so close that they can feel the breath on their back. Loads of gazes are fixated on them because, well, loads of gazes are fixated on them. In the second verse, the protagonist's horizon is gray, and it seems like these social parasites lack self-belief. But they still believe that the protagonist is running away from the scent of success, except the protagonist's shoes are simply not their size. These fellas suffer from the fuckin' brat syndrome, or more accurately, the underfuckin' brat syndrome. They crave the protagonist's excitement without noticing the thorns. But hey, the protagonist doesn't give a damn if they're the last or the first on anyone's list. The tiny one loves their mother more than sweets, and the tiny one knows that the world isn't just headlines. And if fame doesn't provide opportunities to help with that, then you can kindly go fuck yourself with it. The protagonist's mother only wished for them to be educated, yet they lose sleep at night not for parties, even though it may seem like all their friends care about is smoking and solitude. But guess what? They made the backbone and the solo. So, where did they find the time amidst the drunken nights and drugs? Do they want to take it? Oh, the curiosity! And there you have it, the comical interpretation of "1000" by Skryptonite. Now go forth and let the humor flow!