Like a lake in the forest

You're like a lake in the forest
Nothing grows
Like a lake in the forest
On the way
Like a lake

Let’s raise our glasses to our balding brothers
To those who don’t have kids yet, but they seem like dads already
I look at our old photos, and honestly, it makes me want to cry
A Willy Wonka’s golden ticket: locks, curls, strands

Awesome style, but there are so few follicles
No matter how much you try to cover it up, you can’t hide the truth
Keep your head warm, that’s what mom always said
Now you take off your beanie and look like a mess

You’d love to be like Sailor Moon, with bangs in the shape of moons
You’d grab a whole mane with your fist, but now there’s barely anything there
You’re like a lake in the forest now, you’re like a lake in the forest now
And although the style’s still great, the follicles are gone
The follicles are gone!
A bad harvest
It’s like I’m dreaming
The follicles are gone!
(Follicles are gone)

And there’s no doubt that all the cover has melted away like snow
Yes, this is the truth, negative bust down, I know this isn’t swag
Give all the guys a charm, give all the guys a charm
Give it to all those who’ve lost so much: a bit of hair, a bit of hope
A bit of hair
A bit of hope
The follicles are gone
A bit of hair
A bit of hope
The follicles are gone

Let’s raise our glasses to our balding brothers
To those who don’t have kids yet, but they seem like dads already
I look at our old photos, and honestly, it makes me want to cry
A Willy Wonka’s golden ticket: locks, curls, strands

Buzz cut, Canadian, crop
Mullet, Caesar, bowl cut
Undercut, voyage, top knot
None of this is for you, my bro
Curtain, fade, wavy bob
Bob cut, Polish, barcode
None of this is for you, my bro
What’s for you? An open forehead

I root for Real, for real hair transplants
I tried everything, the real hair doesn’t grow back
The cover seems to have melted and only grows in patches
Let Hotabich the thief stop this
I realized this one morning while staring into the mirror
Looks like I’m balding in the shape of the Colosseum
The area’s as big as from the Volga to the Yenisei
But there, nobody plants anything anymore

The follicles are gone!
A bad harvest
It’s like I’m dreaming
The follicles are gone!
The follicles are gone
The follicles are gone!
A bad harvest
It’s like I’m dreaming
The follicles are gone!
The follicles are gone