Kefir mood - Nil Bergen

Hey, put that back, it's my kefir.

It's a shitty story

about the bad guy
who ruined my happy kefir mood

I'll walk past my corner on the map, get to know my sights that I'm expecting.
In search of kefir, which I adore.
The gray humming of the sky fills the everyday air.
And suddenly-boom!-some stranger's eyes start flashing.
It's a shitty story

What the hell is his purpose for this evening?
His mood is not light, which caused my fear.
I'm just here to drink, no doubt, this fucking drink.
But this guy's energy just screams that you need to run out of strength.

Oh kefir, my love, get me out of here.
I'm not here to argue about what you're going to say.
Life is too short to act like a champion.
Let me calm down with my jar of syrup.
It's a shitty story

He comes closer, his face as if covered with cracks, like a stone.
My legs itch wildly, but my pride won't waver.
I dreamed of yogurt, milk stars, and milk.
Now I clench my fists in silk gloves.
It's a shitty story

Does the urban buzz hit the nerves or the crowd harder
They whisper about possible options, beware, you are too proud.
I can't fight shadows or defeat hate.
But, my God, did I tempt a cruel fate?

The seconds dance slowly, counting down their hour.
I found myself deftly dodging his lunge.
And yet I stand my ground, whispering, "Don't be afraid."
I won't let this mess ruin my kefir mood.