A keresés eredménye

It was not and is not necessary.

We didn't have wings, to fly like a birds home.
We didn't have a choice, where and when to be born.
But we couldn't care less, we are hooligan lads.
It was not and is not necessary.
 
First Verse:
I'm from a poor family and from just as poor region.
Here everyone either from the dock or from the prison zone.
And I wasn't particularly cheerful since my childhood on.
And as you can see, I don't have any other themes for the songs.
And there were no thoughts about the career.
There were no other options, except for the criminal sphere.
There was no sense of fear, there was no sense when is enough.
I was not heaven sent, wasn't told to get f-----d!
There were no kind family trips to summer cottage.
Because there were no summer cottage.
I wasn't richer then my neighbor from downstairs.
Though everyone was richer than my neighbour, everywhere.
I was alco-dependent, and wasn't free of narcotics.
Didn't march with the platoon, was unfit.
I didn't remember where I was yesterday, didn't tell what I did with a knife.
Not that I wasn't guilty, just was not convicted.
I didn't have alibi, and they didn't have evidence.
I wasn't an obedient son, but this is not an indicator of offence.
I wasn't grateful to creator for my problems.
But creator didn't create my problems.
I didn't have someone to love before yesterday.
There was no one that on your return you can embrace.
And as a child, I didn't have neither the dandy nor the sega, but everyone had.
I didn't have a daddy, but everyone had.
And to be the son of a rich father I never even dreamed,
I wasn't *KMS boxer, but I was not a weakling.
I loved the crab salad the way my mum prepared it,
But this salad never had a crab in it.
And in general honestly,
I did have a lot of other things.
And everything that was not near,
It was not and is not necessary.
 
How I would like with the pigeons,
To fly to my dear land.
How I would like with the pigeons,
To fly to my dear land.
 
Chorus2:
We didn't have wings, to fly like a birds home.
We didn't have a choice, where and when to be born.
But my friends couldn't care less, we are hooligan lads.
It was not and is not necessary.
 
Outro:
It was not, It was not, It was not ,
It was not, It was not, It was not ,
It was not, It was not, It was not ,
It was not, It was not, It was not ,
But we couldn't care less, we are hooligan lads.
It was not, It was not,
It was not and is not necessary.
 

Black Volga

From far away for awhile
Black* 'Volga' is moving
And like a wolf will be howling.
The one, from whom to get the debt it's rolling.
The windows are smashed to smithereens all around.
The family photo from the shelf falling down.
No one understands clearly on what ground.
But they'll declare mourning in this settlement.
Here even the cop not ready to make it stop.
Here even the cop doesn’t have time to call other cops.
Here they opening fire and keep it on.
This is a feature of our region.
This is a firearm district.
This is a settlement * 'Shmalyaevo' we're living.
Here every round, either he do me in.
Or I will do him.
 
The entrance broke many legs.
Our entry very *strict, at best.
Here they will use us as hot dog mince.
Our password - login.
This are years and terms, I thought it's OK,
When it's always add up at the end.
 
Here they exchange precious metal for meth.
Here they understand, who is a cop and who is not, I bet.
This is a red city in the country which red.
Face to the wall, bullet in the back, and that is that.
Until everyone sleep sweetly.
I'm having a dog-sleep.
I'm like my rhesus, I'm -negative.
And I consider as a big mistake
Those correctional institutions can’t correct us in any way.
We're causing damage, to the head and to the body.
The holes on the wall keep the memory, like drawings of the caves.
In this country if you don't have epaulettes, who are you anyway?
For them, who are you anyway?
 
This music is for the right hut, and rather,
It's for those who taken away by bailiff.
Mama can you make me a brother,
And let him be a very good jurist.
It's for those, for whom the word is sacred,
It’s for those who have not yet became the finalist.
Mama can you make me a brother,
And let him be a jurisdiction minister.
 
For them, who are you anyway?
 
From far away for awhile
Black* 'Volga' is moving
And like a wolf will be howling.
The one, from whom to get the debt it's rolling.
The windows are smashed to smithereens all around.
The family photo from the shelf falling down.
No one understands clearly on what ground.
But they'll declare mourning in this settlement. (x 2)
 
This music is for the right hut, and rather,
It's for those who taken away by bailiff.
Mama can you make me a brother,
And let him be a very good jurist.
It's for those, for whom the word is sacred,
It’s for those who have not yet became the finalist.
Mama can you make me a brother,
And let him be a jurisdiction minister.
 

Tabor Goes Into the Sky

I don't fuckin' believe in people 'n fish,
Cuz people aren't close, 'n the fish aren't sincere.
It seemed that erasers r over in police stations,
To clean our fuckin' criminal cases.
It seemed we're in da box under gound, if no one've seen us,
Or we r each in our dandruff, clearly, peaceful.
Clealy in da world, changing shoes,
Kerya measured kilometer on da gelding,
'N in my dick, like in Boeing, has a lot of passengers.
Here they'll lose ur body alive and quickly,
Then tell us who's profit here.
If 5 in front of and 3 in behind - folded,
Simple arithmetic.
I saw, like many people r tagged as presidents
I saw the tabor goes into the sky.
'N souls of those who didn't become president r behind it.
'N legs's the first what'll taked out.
The most terrible thing 2 forget r folks, password 'n login,
'N as u don't try, Maisan,
No one'll bend u in doggy style.
If I have a couple fuckin' millions, if a couple fuckin' millions I have,
I would change them without lookin'. Oh, wait! Don't change.
 
Tabor goes into the sky,
I plundered even where I wasn't.
There was cleverier thoughts in ma head, guys,
But I'm so stupid that I'm fit 4 deputies.
Stop, removed from the fuse,
The guilty verdict on 105 aticle.
The pistol with muffler hid under the table
'N in general, visually, I'm suspicious.
The forces of the Ministry of Internal Affairs r evil forces,
Tails, horns, hooves, pitchfork.
'N when the policeman's at home, the cattle r dying, the milk's sour.
'N we immediately, after the imprisonment, again,
Leave the blood on the ceramic tile.
Investigator'll raise an eyebrow in surprise,
That we managed 2 hide in an unknown direction.
Here those who even was on the Titanic'll say it's OK,
Those who'll add bass in Russian folk songs.
'N we don't save our time when we break watches.
This gangster university, guys,
Kaspiyskiy, guys, Gruz,
And our view in our point of view's correct,
The old pistol, the leg in the floor, the 63rd was measured.
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Like in Sovet Movie

(Dialogue from the movie 'Kalina Krasnaya' (Red Viburnum))
 
-So, how long did you spend?(1)
-Last time, hm, I spend five years.
-Well, you're an accountant with such hands? I don't believe.
-I've trained them there, you know, sewed-sewed the slippers.
-With such hands only broke the locks, not to saw the slippers
-Well, you say.
 
[Brutto]
Let's invent final like in sovet movie,
So everyone wanna cry, but it'll funny
Mother cries: 'Son!' and huggs
And titles stagger little bit
 
Joy is a man, man has a tip
I'm a whiz, I think like father think the same
Ranks is not enough for me, I need your honor
I'll looking for it till the end, where it is
 
So I'm a guy of old hardening
In a new fitted suit
After all, we dreamed to became like Gagarin
Yura, we all have fucked up
 
Well we from different countries, after all:
Ukraine, Azerbaijan,
But when we watch Russia vs Canada hockey,
We cheer for ours, guys
 
Keep those who are close
And bury those who are near, near
To live better than all - I don't need it
To live as an injection: it hurts, but it is necessary
 
[Ves]
Let's imagine life like in sovet movie
So all for one and one for all like wall
And when the loved ones with wet eyes
Let this joy be to all this guilt
 
I don't care, that I'm not became one, what needs
Even the palm's up on the first desks
If I go home, I'll not walk back
So hide, count to one hundred, guys
 
Guys has hide, so can't find them
And the sonorous laughter of childhood has calm down for a long time
And the walls of our apartments has soaked in the sadness
Driver, stop, let me go
 
I didn't measure my life - the meter can't be rewound
And I do not believe, like Moscow doesn't believe in tears,
That can return time, but I clearly know,
That wounds can't heal, no mater, how many would we licked them
 
And when my father spoke of caliber
I thought it was about a bird, because was naive
And finish, save, Lord
As in 'Flying in a dream and in reality' with Yankovsky
 
[Tipsy Type]
Crush on the pieces the island of the dream, they created monsters
'Kentos' tattooed sideways, now the tongue is sharp
Moscow doesn't believe in tears - it is, and hell with it, with Oscar
We are waiting for you on a post-Soviet stage, bosses
 
Here the bare namesake draft of coke dose for fifty
Brothers funny, run a splinter in your nose
Don't touch the diller, for the scout is hard to ask
He 'Call back' request will reset in case of what
 
And there'll not be enough for you, through those who are in the New Year
Spread pate from sprat on bread watching Ryazanov's movie
Did not know neither the singing Liverpool nor the dirty New York
Then all over again. 'Where's the granny?' - I'm for her
 
Strong phrase lives, weak immediately rotting
The country of contrasts is not honey, but ice in the bosom
The cloudy year was issued and what is waiting for there
There is no color screen. Like May honey
 
A warm plaid lulled slowly,no need a pill to do this
Flashlights throw light on scraps of objects, rarely
It's temporary, at the end everything will be like in Soviet movie
Usual life in unusual with a wind blow
 
(Dialogue from the movie 'Kalina Krasnaya' (Red Viburnum))
-Egor, honey.
-Come on, Lyuba, come on, these are just the words. Words are worthless.
-Well, did you think up all this now, or what?..
-No, I did not. Only you listen to people less. Listen, but skip the words, otherwise you are very trusting. Have you ever been deceived?
-No, and who, Lord?
 
Tibor from QS-FB