| I'm like a parody of melting April | 
| So that you stumble over me from the first words. | 
| In the left chest there is a painted door, | 
| The drawn blow knocked out of the shackles. | 
| And I kidnapped you all perfectly - | 
| Robbery of the soul, throw everything in the bag. | 
| Now I'll leave, all the stolen - to lie; | 
| All stolen - be silent, you are no longer here! | 
| And if you hear, let's go back | 
| To our home, back to our home-home-home. | 
| Or again be silent - a control shot in the face, | 
| Like a shot in my face. | 
| And as always - in my verses | 
| Someone will die, I will kill someone again - | 
| And it's so easy... | 
| Hello from the bottom! | 
| You're somewhere where the light and electrofunk. | 
| Laughter, the leftist electorate - a dinner in tailcoats, social events. | 
| I'm not there, here is the reception of glass containers, a package of poisons - | 
| Caustic, like vinaigrette in the morning, no contact and nedotrakh. | 
| A hundred years ago, in the summer, we so wanted the whole world to the ground - | 
| Fuck burn the whole planet, becoming dust, ashes and wind. | 
| How can I get a ticket back to you without prepayment? | 
| The double-glazed window does not heat, the gangway drove off and the screen faded. | 
| The detector is right - I often lied to myself! | 
| I'm probably a helicopter. | 
| In business, those who, without a goal and a vector, lay verses over octaves, will fail. | 
| Surely those who predicted this to us are glad; | 
| But I unquestioningly believed that there were no barriers and did not delve into their remarks. | 
| Now, wander restlessly in the wilds of the mainland. | 
| The lot fell to us, where the river winds in the darkness. | 
| Rap is feces! | 
| Hyperbole and synecdoche are everywhere. | 
| If without them, that you are missing - a concrete fact! | 
| The mirror tells me: "Drink to the bottom, drink to the bottom! | 
| Your life is still full of days, around the summer din, not Guernica. | 
| You have nothing to do with her, rather - a retrograde has become a technocrat; | 
| Than you are the way she needs, kindergarten and it's time to grow up. | 
| It's a sin to try to catch up with the shadow, nonsense, like Herbalife booklets. | 
| There are no exemplary couples in the world, it's time to make a career plan .. " | 
| And I, in response, nod: "Respect for the advice, bro! | 
| If so, kill me like Derek Negra with a curb ... " | 
| And if you hear, let's go back | 
| To our home, back to our home-home-home. | 
| Or again be silent - a control shot in the face, | 
| Like a shot in my face. | 
| And as always - in my verses | 
| Someone will die, I will kill someone again - | 
| And it's so easy... | 
| I think rap hid me from problems. | 
| Filled in the gap in the head that life is not an escape for the brand. | 
| Get out of my apartment - I'm poor! | 
| Plus, a liter of cognac will again replace my lunch. | 
| Well, where are you that taught to dance at Christmas? | 
| And our eternally hungry table, and melted your wardrobe. | 
| They ran from all jobs, you were fucking worn out! | 
| I saw it all, but we had to pay for the house. | 
| So, endured the realities of the world. | 
| We stole clothes, and we are damn beautiful! | 
| My crime! | 
| Get your cameras on, quick! | 
| Two characters from the film, we will be silent - applaud. | 
| *lyat! | 
| And if you hear, let's go back | 
| To our home, back to our home-home-home. | 
| Or again be silent - a control shot in the face, | 
| Like a shot in my face. | 
| I could build a great career. | 
| Fuck the whole system and throw your ass in Cayenne - | 
| At two hundred miles an hour. | 
| In the hands of Jack Daniels. | 
| I'm ready to get into your Premium now. | 
| I drive into the opposite direction when I see you. | 
| The bitch broadcasts a smile from the windshield. | 
| Well, for now? | 
| The foot crushed the pedal - | 
| Such is our daring last kiss, | 
| It's a pity... | 
| And if you hear, let's go back | 
| To our home, back to our home-home-home. | 
| Or again be silent - a control shot in the face, | 
| Like a shot in my face. | 
| And as always - in my verses | 
| Someone will die, I will kill someone again - | 
| And it's so easy... | 
| And we could stay alive | 
| But it's boring to be alive here. | 
| And if you want war again, | 
| You hint, and we will repeat everything! | 
| And if not, then laugh in your face - | 
| We will still return to our home, | 
| House-house-house... |