A keresés eredménye

My Yerevan

Sadness of heart, sore of soul, my first love
My Yerevan, the cradle of my life, forever my love
I see you in dreams, I see your light
My unique, my Yerevan, the only hope of an Armenian
How much longing, how much memories
They torture me because of you
Stone city, kind city
I know that you are waiting for me
 
You are Tumanyan's fairy tale, the jewel of Armenian world
My Yerevan, my unique, you are the cord of my heart
The sunny light of your buildings, streets
I remember you every second and I don't lose my hope
The need always overwhelms me, the need always tortures me
My Yerevan, my mother city, I know that you are waiting for me
I miss your sun, I miss your cold water
And the cherry tree strokes my hair in the dreams
 
Yerevan
 
Yerevan
 
I miss your sun, I miss your cold water
Every second you are in my mind, my heart
My unique, my Yerevan
 

Makarov Komplex II

Give it to 'em, yes, yes, bro, hahaha
What's up, bro?
Berlin is alive, mothafuckas
Hahahaha, you know
Ahhh
Give it to them dirty, Bra, yes
Ey, ey
OK
 
The main thing is that I got guys in my back pocket
Cops on the main street, I just laugh at
Because I'm careful, I'm always on the nose
Get out of my way, before I freak out
Yallah, begone, begone, as Capital is back
Who wants me as an enemy? Gets shots from a rental car
I'm doing coke with hookers in the hotel and gettin' blow jobs
While you fall asleep whores on the job
The Bratan is here
Gucci hat on, and my hair fade is sick
And I fuck these fucking Nazis
The only thing Capi can fuck is two Capis
 
GT-S-Benz
My GT S shines
Ca-Ca-Capital is back
This is Makarov complex
GT-S-Benz
My GT S shines
Ca-Ca-Capital is back
This is Makarov complex
 
Yes, brother, you got a murder weapon in your shirt
I come to the savings bank with a gas mask
But this is is not a pepper spray gun
I'm not kidding, run away in the A-Class
Bra music, fucks everything on principle
Bro, I make a profit, and roll in a Lambo Anthracite
Yes, the bra has an appetite, for haze, women, money, heroin
Bitch Raffaello, Gucci Caballero
I'm Ukrainian, I don't wear grillz, you dick
Your crips and bloods make a seat and space
Capi is the king, fuck the rest, Akhi
Because I dissolve them like Nescafé
 
GT-S-Benz
My GT S shines
Ca-Ca-Capital is back
This is Makarov complex
GT-S-Benz
My GT S shines
Ca-Ca-Capital is back
This is Makarov complex
 
Yeah, yeah
Did you hear, brotha, what I did, yes?
Old Capi was the best, old Capi here, old Capi there, brotha
And when I want, it's old Capi now
Tomorrow is the new Capi
The new Capi is at noon, heh, you know
 

My country has gone mad

Versions: #2
While we are born, we don't choose where and when
And for eternity we couldn't tear the thread.
Yet to another war my country went,
And I couldn't stop that.
 
To some the power and pleasure,
To some a pauper bag and prison bed,
And I don't have the strength to overcome the pain:
My country has gone mad,
And I can't help it just the same.
 
And what can we do, and what should we think,
If everything is now a mess , opinions are split.
There is no need to grow halos and wings
We just need not to be a shit.
 
One thing though, and I'm sure of it
The time to choose is nigh.
But if you decided not to be a shit
It's easy to live and die.
It's easy to live and die.
And live, and not die.
 

You’ll see the world adapting to us.

I see young guys, they play new music. I think they guess
I'm ancient thing who lived in the dark.
They stick to modern rhythms and have make-up on the face
I know they are not like us.
I have no great desire to teach others how to act
It’s useless I‘ve seen it many times
 
The world is changing. So don’t try to adapt -
Let it be adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
 
A friend of mine was worth two guys. He didn’t wait long.
He acted as if he was living the last day.
He always tried to understand how strong the world was,
But the world won the game.
You was an idol of your time – You may sleep in peace.
You reached the top of skills more than once.
 
The world is changing. So don’t try to adapt -
Let it be adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
 
Adhering to the fairway a man looked for the course
He avoided climbing steep banks.
He tried to be like other people to swim like the rest.
He has no home, no enemies, no friends.
His life is like fruit yogurt neither pleasure nor spice
I knew and saw this more than once.
 
The world is changing. So don’t try to adapt -
Let it be adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
 
So even if your jeans are old and get quite worn out
And your guitar’s wheezing trying good sound.
 
The world is changing. So don’t try to adapt -
Let it be adapting to us.
 
You’ll see the world adapting to us.
 
One day it'll start adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
 

When she is not here

She loves sick and homeless dogs
and she couldn't stand people.
The night is open for her and she doesn't need the day.
She loves to leave in to the sunset, but dawn on guard, she doesn't fear,
So why are you beside yourself, when she is not here?
 
She wanders through the city following the rain,
every now and then changing the route,
And you won't catch up with her neither there nor here.
She can say ' Till tomorrow', and disappear for a few years.
So why are you beside yourself, when she is not here?
 
She is on her own, she does not want to hide
even the most simple things,
It's pity, that night without her became nobody's,
It's pity, that like a smoke of her cigarettes, her voice disappeared.
So why are you beside yourself, when she is not here?