Jamik - 4334 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A city without a soul is nothing but a concrete jungle

Every sign displays payment details; nobody here gives a damn—dollars, rubles, Bitcoin

The guys are smart, but mostly unhinged—their fists are hard as stone

That isn't dirt under my fingernails; it’s soot—a layer of grime settled right onto our iPhones

Ash and dust drift in through the window, for we were all born here, living out our lives in the slums

I judge every one of my missteps with strict self-scrutiny, yet I remain unbroken

I still stick to my path, standing by every single word I speak

I’m rarely the center of attention, yet people just love to gossip about my success

Do you really think I’ve got nothing better to do than just nod along, play the agreeable fool, or fake a smile in my Telegram chats?

I’m a lone wolf—that’s a crucial point to grasp; what you see here is the raw truth, in vivid color

I feel nothing but pity for those whose ego—that shit—matters more to them than money itself

For lunch: a solid piece of meat—real, natural meat—pure protein to refuel after a workout

I’ve never touched performance enhancers; hell, I haven’t cracked a chemistry textbook since high school

I don’t mess with microdosing, no fly agaric mushrooms—and certainly no Panther caps

Size 43 kicks—just the right size to leave my mark right here

And 43? Well, if you flip the numbers around, it becomes 34

At 34, it’s high time for kids—high time to set out on the next leg of the journey

For now, my youth still breathes in the smoke of a hookah, granting us the peace to finally fall asleep

To gather the patience we need—to strip life down to its bare essence

It may not be the most important thing in the world, of course, but I’d sure love to be cruising around in a Rover—a Range Rover, specifically

Dropping my son off at school on my way to the recording studio

If someone told me right now that things would turn out this way... I’d struggle to believe it, sure—but deep down, I think I actually would

After all, I’m a shy guy—and a humble one, to boot

A city without a soul is nothing but a concrete jungle

Every sign displays payment details; nobody here gives a damn—dollars, rubles, Bitcoin

The guys are smart, but mostly unhinged—their fists are hard as stone

That isn’t dirt under my fingernails... it’s... Soot settled in a layer upon our iPhones.

Ash and dust drift in through the window—for we were all born here, living in the slums.

I judged every one of my missteps with unsparing strictness, yet I remain unbroken.

To this day, I hold my ground—standing by every single word.