SHUREKEN - Провода - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I yearn for the sky

Yet I am caught

Alone in a web of glowing wires

But I have no fear

And even if I lose my way

I will break through from the depths, taking flight—and never look back

You’ve clearly got a massively inflated ego; I’m dropping you like counterfeit goods.

It’s the anniversary of my defeats.

And victory is still far off; the Samarkand Samurai will stain my white soles with blood. Fast food and propaganda—I walk my own path. Drown me like a litter of kittens if you like, but I won’t live the way *they* want—knowing it feels forced, knowing it’s "off-format"—simply because it clashes with my...

...psychotype. To them, I am a parasite.

Karamanzin—I struck deep without a single bullet; I settled everything with words alone. Goodness never comes with clenched fists, you narrow-minded jackass.

I’ll reach the very top, even on an empty stomach.

No fists needed—I leave the bruises right there on your faces.

Pasternak himself painted the walls of my home; you get a watermark stamped on your forehead. You’re just common cobblestone, bitch—not solid basalt.

I yearn for the sky

Yet I am caught

Alone in a web of glowing wires

But I have no fear

And even if I lose my way

I will break through from the depths, taking flight—and never look back

They thought I was just dead weight—but amidst this mass of vegetables, I’ll be the cherry on top. Go ahead and devour me—just try not to choke on the pits.

I chant a mantra of hatred toward...

...the mainstream stage and the dens of vice, toward the vassals and the barons. Rap ​​is a city, and I am an immigrant within it.

Trying to prove to this faceless crowd: yes, I’m fucked up, but I’m no enemy. I’m absolutely broke—and wrestling with the shifting faces of bipolarity—while, incidentally, the mouths of truly intelligent people are being forcibly shut.

And so, we listen to the morons.

Complain too much, and they’ll rip your windpipe out.

Listen up, son: learn to keep your mouth shut—lest... They left us untouched—our primal snarl; in these bodies, we are nothing but blood clots.

How long must we indulge this evil? Just testing the waters—so long as we don't get fucked over, we'll seize the rest; we don't give a damn—we’ll keep singing until we run aground.

I strain toward the sky,

Yet I am caught in the snares—

Alone amidst the scorching wires.

But I have no fear;

And even if I lose my way,

I will break free from the depths—soaring upward—and never return again.