The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Mushroom" (Grib) the performer of the song "Zemfira"

Atomic mushroom!

Three

Syrup of plums

In the tender sea, a storm is raging

But my lips are yearning

Could we have half an hour?

Who'll be the first to call?

Smoke gets in my eyes

I'm not afraid to mix it up

There's a scent, there are fingers

Higher than, Than I can

A dream from Saturday to Friday backs away

The edge of the sky of mountains

Whose anger for now

Will bring us phones?

And smoke gets in my eyes

But I'm not afraid to mix it up

There are fingers, there's a scent

Smoke gets in my eyes

But I'm not afraid to mix it up

There's a scent, there are fingers, there is!

Atomic mushroom!

Three

Syrup of plums

In the tender sea, a storm is raging

But my lips are yearning

Could we have half an hour?

Who'll be the first to call?

Smoke gets in my eyes

I'm not afraid to mix it up

There's a scent, there are fingers

And smoke gets in my eyes

But I'm not afraid to mix it up

There's a scent, there are fingers

Afraid to mix it up

There's a scent, there are fingers

Afraid to mix it up

There's a scent, there are fingers

Afraid!

Гриб атомный!

Три

Патока слив

В ласковом море штормит

Но губам хочется

А можно ли нам полчаса

Кто позвонит первым?

Дым лезет в глаза

Я не боюсь перепутать

Есть запах, есть пальцы

Тон выше чем, Чем я могу

Сон с субботы на пятницу пятится

Край неба гор

Чей злится пока

Нам принесет телефоны?

А дым лезет в глаза

Но я не боюсь перепутать

Есть пальцы, есть запах

Дым лезет в глаза

Но я не боюсь перепутать

Есть запах, есть пальцы, есть!

Гриб атомный!

Три

Патока слив

В ласковом море штормит

Но губам хочется

А можно ли нам полчаса

Кто позвонит первым?

Дым лезет в глаза

Я не боюсь перепутать

Есть запах, есть пальцы

И дым лезет в глаза

Но я не боюсь перепутать

Есть запах, есть пальцы

Боюсь перепутать

Есть запах, есть пальцы

Боюсь перепутать

Есть запах, есть пальцы

Боюсь!

Zemfira's lyrics in "Mushroom" are full of metaphors and ambiguity, leaving it open to interpretation. Here’s a possible way to understand the text:

The image of a "mushroom cloud" immediately sets the tone, hinting at something explosive, powerful, perhaps even destructive. This feeling is heightened by the line "A storm rages in the gentle sea" – a contrast of calm and turbulence that might symbolize the inner state of the lyrical heroine.

"Plum molasses" is a sensual, viscous, and lingering comparison, perhaps speaking of the sweetness of a forbidden fruit, a temptation that is difficult to resist ("lips desire").

The question "Can we have half an hour?" sounds like a plea for a brief moment of happiness, a temporary oblivion. "Who will call first?" – this phrase may indicate external forces that could interfere with or destroy this fragile moment.

The smoke getting into the eyes can be interpreted as a veil of passion clouding the mind. The heroine, however, is not afraid of losing control ("I'm not afraid to mix it up"), she trusts her feelings ("There's a smell, there are fingers").

"The dream from Saturday to Friday backs away" – time seems to be compressed, the anticipation of a meeting, perhaps a date, is so strong that reality is distorted. "The edge of the sky, whose mountains are angry while it brings us phones?" – this line creates an atmosphere of tense anticipation, perhaps even danger.

The repetition of the phrases "Smoke gets in my eyes," "I'm not afraid to mix it up," "There's a smell, there are fingers" intensifies the emotional intensity, emphasizing the heroine's obsession with her feelings.

Overall, the lyrics of "Mushroom" can be interpreted as an allegory of passion, which blinds and captures, making one forget about everything and challenge reality.