Терентий

Somewhere on the edge of the village, in silence and neglected everyday life, lives a legendary man - with a whip, nostalgia, and latex, who survived perestroika, sanctions, and Pole of Miracles. In his world, everything has long since lost its meaning, but discipline remains: the house is clean, fantasies are under control, and the stop word, alas, has been forgotten. A little sad, a little absurd - like life, if you think about it.

There is no vulgarity in this song - only irony about how loneliness can be inventive. Old Terenty is not just a hero of provincial folklore, he is like a reminder: everyone holds on to their own thing, some to their dreams, some to their habits, some to chains and belts. And all this together sounds not like a scandal, but like a hymn to human strangeness - a little absurd, a little tender, and painfully alive.