Let it drizzle over everything, let a tornado carry it far
Mozhet, yest’ yeshchyo tvoi tramvai? Mozhet, net? Vsyo ravno idi
Maybe your tram still runs? Maybe not? Go anyway
Tam promozglii sedoi fevral’ on teper’, kak i ti, odin
A raw, gray February out there, he's lonely now like you
I tebya ne zhal’, ne zhal’, ne zhal’. Khot’ v slou-mo v dime sigaret
And I don't pity you, don't, don't. Even in slow-mo in cigarette smoke
Dazhe v minore i pod royal’, dazhe pod grustnuyu skripku net
Even in minor and under a grand, even to a sad violin, no
Yesli b ti ne lyubil stikhi, prevratilas’ bi v zvonkii yamb
If you didn't love poems, I'd turn into a ringing iamb
Yesli b bil narkotoyu ti, fitonyashkoi bi stala ya
If you were a drug, I'd become a fit chick
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I got paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time I think of you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I'd be homeless by the highways
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I'd be the poorest of people
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I got paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time I think of you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I'd be homeless by the highways
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I'd be the poorest of people
Bednoi
Poor
Bednoi
Poor
Bednoi
Poor
Bednoi
Poor
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SONG MEANING
Monetochka turns unrequited love into playful tragedy in “Каждый Раз” (“Every Single Time”). The singer imagines earning money every time her crush crosses her mind, yet she would still end up broke because she thinks of him constantly. That cheeky image sets the tone: behind the bubbly melody hides a heart that flips between devotion and frustration, scrolling through chats, day-dreaming under birch trees, then angrily sending him out into a freezing February night.
Across vivid snapshots—cracked windows, cheap tea, smoky WhatsApp hearts—she shows how modern romance can feel both epic and embarrassingly small. One moment she pictures them reading stories together, the next she calls herself an “incognito pest” who refuses to reply. The lyrics sparkle with sarcastic extremes: if he loved poetry she would morph into a sonnet; if he were a drug she would become a fitness influencer. In the end, the chorus circles back, proving that no matter how hard she pretends to move on, her mind always pays the price in endless thoughts of him.
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