The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Fairy tales" (Skazki) the performer of the song "Zemfira"

The streetlights are fading, time for the rooftop,

To listen to the neighbors breathing in their sleep,

How they love each other and surrender to dreams,

And how the beauty hides secrets in her pillow. Yes...

Chorus:

They feel no pain,

They haven't touched the stars.

You don't read me my favorite bedtime stories,

So I climb to the rooftop.

You don't read me my favorite bedtime stories,

So I climb to the rooftop.

Cold and hungry, antennas swaying in the wind,

The last trolleybus isn't met at the depot.

A lazy prank of the week's final days,

So little time remains till the first snowstorm. Yes...

Chorus:

They feel no pain,

They haven't touched the stars.

You don't read me my favorite bedtime stories,

So I climb to the rooftop.

You don't read me my favorite bedtime stories,

So I climb to the rooftop.

[Vocalization]

You don't read me my favorite bedtime stories,

So I climb to the rooftop.

You don't read me my favorite bedtime stories,

So I climb to the rooftop.

Фонари гаснут, пора на крышу,

Слушать, как часто соседи дышат,

И любят друг дружку и сном убиваются,

И прячет в подушку секреты красавица. Да...

Припев:

Им же не больно,

Звезд не касались.

Сказки мои любимые не читаешь, мне на ночь,

И я топаю на крышу.

Сказки мои любимые не читаешь, мне на ночь,

И я топаю на крышу.

Холодно, голо, антенны качает,

Последний троллейбус в депо не встречают.

Ленивая шалость последней недели,

Так мало осталось до первой метели. Да...

Припев:

Им же не больно,

Звезд не касались.

Сказки мои любимые не читаешь, мне на ночь,

И я топаю на крышу.

Сказки мои любимые не читаешь, мне на ночь,

И я топаю на крышу.

вокализ

Сказки мои любимые не читаешь, мне на ночь,

И я топаю на крышу.

Сказки мои любимые не читаешь, мне на ночь,

И я топаю на крышу.

Zemfira's "Skazki" (Fairy Tales) paints a picture of a lyrical heroine consumed by longing and loneliness. Nighttime and the rooftop become symbols of her alienation, a desire to escape reality. She observes the "sleeping world" with its mundane routines: love, arguments, secrets. "They haven't touched the stars" acts as a metaphor, highlighting the lack of something sublime and authentic in their lives.

Meanwhile, the heroine yearns for fairy tales, attention, emotional intimacy ("You don't read me my favorite fairy tales at night"). "Stomping onto the roof" becomes her escape from loneliness, a search for a personal space where she can be herself. The cold, emptiness of the streets, the "lazy prank of the last week" all contribute to a sense of fragility, an approaching winter not only in nature but within her soul.

The repetition of the chorus and the vocalization emphasize the hopelessness, longing, and unspoken emotions she carries.