Imagine a wild, sarcastic farewell party where the champagne-sipping VIPs suddenly realize the music has stopped. “Proshchai, Elita!” is Leningrad’s raw goodbye to Russia’s creative and financial upper crust who rushed abroad once real trouble knocked at the door. Through biting humor and explicit slang, frontman Sergey Shnurov mocks their online laments about lost villas, frozen bank accounts, and canceled art-scene soirées, pointing out that they fear not war itself but the collapse of their cushy lifestyles.
As the chorus shouts “Finita la comedy, proshchai, elita,” the song calls out the hypocrisy of posting poolside “peace” selfies while ordinary people face the brutal reality of conflict. It is a punk-rock roast that strips the elite of their glamour, labeling their exodus a self-centered escape rather than a moral stand. Leningrad turns righteous anger into a raucous anthem, reminding listeners that true solidarity is measured in actions, not hashtags or first-class tickets.