MAXIFAM - Голод - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Living in a dirty ghetto, without a dream.

Everyday life consumes us along the courtyard walls.

We are cats among street rats,

Your piercing screams won't help;

For we are dark evil in the temple of white Gods.

I put my finger on the trigger. And God forbid

You don't write me a couple of lines. I'm pulling the trigger! I'm ready!

Not now, I don't know when, but not today.

How will my underworld be without me?

I'm hungry. I need loud sound on the line.

Come on, play me some beats, like in the good old days.

I remember—I can't erase it, even if it kills me!

I wish I could bring that day back—it's all complete nonsense, believe me.

My abode tells me, and I ignore it.

Let this whole shit burn in flames.

I need every day, every time, the same thing.

The same tempo, no themes, just work.

Burn like fire, this world and everything in it,

And I dance to the beats (la-la-la) incomparably.

You can read it in my eyes,

When my voice is on the beats, everything is laid out there in detail.

We call here to rise from the depths of evil demons.

Demons in the heart. Hip-hop is a dense forest. You will not mature here.

My city is small in stature - and everyone knows how the last wheeze

Shouting after "All posts!"; trash, hello!

A-grade bills will fly - that's how the monastery will greet

The dark world, covered in ash, Silent Hill, nigga.

Cricket will strike in the depths, a dark verse will gush from the windows. The wanderer has been to every desert, but he's never seen anything more familiar than the steppes—did you get it?

Leave the people sitting in front of the fire.

Leave the smoke-filled town. Erase the memory of these places.

No way, I have nothing to give in exchange for barter...

And so—the deal is shamefully small, my hand continues to write.

Wassup, bastards!

Shit!

Muse, come to me. I remember there were a sea of ​​ideas,

Where are you, huh? I've been waiting for words all day.

The process is natural, after all, songs aren't made from dough,

It takes a special approach.

I'm hoarding a notebook like a treasure. I drag it along, and I enjoy it,

There's no fucking way to deny it, it's true.

I'm ready to forgive. Please come back,

Here is this fucked up mess!

Without you, it's as if I don't exist, I'm a sucker for a glass (drunk),

And I'll be like the bulls, and how is that, you know, bitch!

In turn, on the floor, teeth.

Listen, I'm not myself! Come back, I need it.

Inspired by people and the blue sky -

That's why I'm eternally hungry for an idea.

Keep searching, I'm searching! Wake up!

Brrah!

Inspired by people and the blue sky -

That's why I'm eternally hungry for an idea.

Keep searching, I'm searching! Wake up!

Bah!