2020.08.04.
Letter
I want to find myself,I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
Annoying bustle, working till the seventh sweat.
I don't have time even to listen to some jokes.
I'm looking through the fanmail - I see a girl's photo.
I read her letter, and in it, and there is a minor scale note in it.
'Your song 'Who are you?', really, it's cool.
I am writing to you from a small town on the Volga river.
My worries, Detsl, overwhelm my soul.
I cannot listen to your songs in peace.
All around me are ears from my stupid school,
Which mostly the Nazi freaks attend.
If they find out that I love your rap,
They will rape and bury me, and I'm fifteen years old.
It sounds like a nonsense, isn't it?
There is no answer to the question.
I've cut my hair bald, so I can save myself,
Or what is left from me, it's more precisely.
I hold on with my last strength, I'm almost broken down'.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I'd told to my friends about this strange letter,
They replied: 'Do not believe in stupid shit.
Such things just can't be happening, everyone knows it.
It's just your lyrics pushes people to the madness.
The girl is stuck on you, she can't move on,
She doesn't even realize that she's only dreaming about you'.
Okay, moving on! I continued to write the second album,
Facing head to head with pop music and underground.
I rap for a reason, if it's being discussed.
But still this letter was in my head, as it explains
To me the simple things which are like cracks:
The leaders can't understand that there is something higher.
Sects, communists, fanatics, fascists,
Sexual minorities, skinheads, Nazis
Entangle us, dictating their own manifestos,
But they don't know that we are a different generation.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
Half a year flew by, but there was anxiety in me,
Which came to me from that small town.
I remembered that letter, looked at the photo again, Glanced at the return address, and something stung me.
The concert work, I'm going on a tour along the Volga river
In ten days I will be in the very same region
From which the girl is and this mystery,
Which was laying deep, and I didn't know the answer.
The concert is on the stadium, joking around as always
The organizer told me that all the schools had gathered here,
Some good weather came to us after hip-hop. Everything has changed here in the last six months. Among the people I noticed that girl,
A magic smile and a birthmark above her lip.
The answer to the question was her eyes,
Because I rap for people like her.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.