Yaman - 54 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Potholes up to your elbows; the city is neglected, the city is broken.

From this throne, I would have long since swept away your whole pack.

I see neighborhoods that look as if God has forgotten them—

A city of mud, a city of gridlock, beneath a leaden sky.

This isn't news; I don't give a damn who you're rooting for.

I'll step up to the mic without any stimulants—and not just for a couple of words.

I used to drive around completely blacked out with tinted windows, breaking the law.

This is my response—a provocation aimed at your posts, and at your whole side of the fence.

It feels like the city has turned into an industrial wasteland; the only thing sweeping cleanly here is a broom.

It seems the local punks are the ones drawing dicks on the fences—just like you guys.

Are we just dead weight here, destined to hit rock bottom any moment now?

Just how many hands have been greased by the profits from all those sales?

I'm driving down the longest street in the world: Krasny Prospekt.

We're here breathing in this dust while someone else is busy siphoning off the budget.

We know you all by name around here, but your "style" is hardly a model to follow.

And as for turning your fairy tales into reality—you're ready to pull that off in a single sitting.

I dropped this verse exactly as it is—no sugar-coating, no embellishments.

It doesn't matter if you're in an X6 or a Lada—we all hit the same potholes out here. (Hello there.)

It's a total fucking mess on Kommunalny Bridge; a total clusterfuck along the Ippodromskaya highway.

It feels like a whole criminal gang is holed up in that grey building over there—shielded by a fleet of Corollas and Camrys.

Exhausted *PAZ* buses stuck in heavy traffic, rusty trolleybuses—and the people inside are absolutely shell-shocked.

The city is gasping for air, patched up haphazardly; brand-new high-rises are jammed right up against dilapidated shacks.

In terms of population, sure—we're the third-largest city in Russia.

You lot have completely lost your way—but I’ve arrived here like a Messiah.

And you’re all too happy to smile down at us from those billboards...

Yet you’ve trampled this place into a filthy mess—just like the dirtiest public restroom.