[Verse] Vitya's running No time to rest Chasing dreams in a wrinkled vest Lights are flashing The city's loud In his world He's lost in the crowd
[Chorus] Витя даааааа-ун Spinning round and round Head in the clouds Feet on shaky ground Витя даааааа-ун No slowing down He’s the king of chaos Wearing a crooked crown
[Verse 2] He’s got a map but it’s upside down Searching for treasure in a ghost town Talks to pigeons They don’t reply But he laughs like he’s kissed the sky
[Chorus] Витя даааааа-ун Spinning round and round Head in the clouds Feet on shaky ground Витя даааааа-ун No slowing down He’s the king of chaos Wearing a crooked crown
[Bridge] He says "Who needs sense when you’ve got style I’ll be dancing through the turnstile" Vitya’s world is a dizzy haze But oh How he sets the night ablaze
[Chorus] Витя даааааа-ун Spinning round and round Head in the clouds Feet on shaky ground Витя даааааа-ун No slowing down He’s the king of chaos Wearing a crooked crown
Musikstil
electronic, danceable with heavy synths and driving bassline