Anacondaz feat. Саша rAP - Пока не готов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Anacondaz is here!

Sasha rAP!

I'm not ready to spend money on lyrics yet, I'll come up with something myself.

I'm not ready to spend money on glitter and champagne, or dancing with big-assed women.

I'm not ready to spend money on lyrics yet, I'll come up with something myself -

It won't be trendy crap, not popular crap, not enough to blow up.

Before, VUTONN was much more **ed up!

Each of us was a young and daring dreamer.

The lyrics contained protests, and we knew how to embellish them with profanity.

Yes, VUTONN employed a professional writer.

And now, we write ourselves; someone would throw a bitcoin...

The coolness is fading, the ratings are down, the crisis - damn you!

But when the sanctions are lifted and the ruble rises -

I'll stop writing for myself, and people will love us again!

When we're broke, we take unconventional approaches.

You won't believe it – we even go to "Field of Miracles" without a gift.

Sometimes I wish I were like the majority,

So that my desk would smile cruelly at me in the morning.

Uncle Ghostwriter, lower your prices!

I dream of the whole world loving our style!

For now, only those in this room love us.

Respect to everyone! Hands up! We do everything ourselves for you!

I'm not ready to spend money on lyrics yet; I'll come up with something myself.

I'm not ready to spend money on glitter and champagne, or dancing with big-assed women.

I'm not ready to spend money on lyrics yet; I'll come up with something myself –

It won't be trendy crap, not popular crap, not enough to blow up.

We wrote 12 lines for a black guy.

We finished it overnight, literally – it didn't turn out very well.

It turned out to be crap, but no one cares.

After all, now we have our own little brewery.

For some, turnkey carts, agents, and booking;

For others, a ball on TV, TNT, and Bukin;

For others, steaming in interviews while doped is nonsense,

And we - for Hitler - were banned from the iTunes Store... Imagine that!

The admin didn't see political correctness, what are you talking about?

My literary black is laughing in your face.

Farewell, uncensored era - forgive my bluntness...

A time of cowardly abbreviations! Hey!

There are so many amateurs and professionals around,

The demand for bullshit guarantees them a profit!

But you know, even a whole platoon of scribblers,

Can't do it right, but I can do it myself!

I'm not ready to spend money on text yet; I'll come up with something myself. I'm not ready to spend money on glitter and champagne, or dancing with big-assed women.

I'm not ready to spend money on lyrics yet; I'll come up with something myself -

It won't be trendy crap, not popular crap, not enough to blow up.

Spend all the money on [something],

Or spend all the money on sound;

Or maybe it's better to go on a "nakotrip" to Bali,

And never try to make a decent music video again?

And what's the point of writing? We've already covered all the topics -

From the unfortunate Cinderella's slipper to the infusoria,

Plus, we need to choose our words carefully, it seems,

Or the all-seeing eye of Rospotrebnadzor will soon seize us.

Or - A fanatic will sprinkle us with holy water,

He'll unleash a hail of curses and threaten us with crucifixion!

He has tender feelings; how can you insult them? We're space junk in a celestial bureaucracy!

Producer, MC, and ghostwriter all rolled into one,

A middle finger—that's my copyright symbol!

And we don't need anyone else—we're the ones with the moustaches...

You know, like the ones Chapayev and Stalin wore.

I'm not ready to spend money on lyrics yet; I'll come up with something myself.

I'm not ready to spend money on glitter and champagne, or dancing with big-assed women.