A keresés eredménye

For a rattling valor of a future ages,

For a rattling valor of a future ages,
For a high tribe of men
I lost my cup at the feast of the fathers,
And my joy, and my honor.
 
A wolfhound-age is pouncing on me,
But I don't share wolf's blood.
You better tuck me like a cap in a sleeve
Of a hot fur coat of Siberian plains,
 
So I could see nor coward, nor slimsy dirt,
Nor bloody bones in a wheel

Life Without Narcotics

Give me four wheels so I can drive off
And the fifth I'll take on the steering wheel
I have no hut, no job, no success
But I've got a half-full box and a water pipe
And there's a sea of booze,
I lack only the mind,
To understand how to finally apply
I don't need any of this shit ever again!
Alcohol and drugs - darts in the target of my health
With every 'battle' and hell they get closer to ten
My way of life, probably, will cause my death
But if I say that I'll quit, don't believe me
After all, every time when I quit
When I'm trying, and I have guests
Suddenly someone comes and puts
Something into a cigarette...
 
My habits won't leave me in peace:
I live in the wrong place, with the wrong friends, and my company
Won't give me a chance to find out how good life is,
If you don't kill yourself and make friends with your body!
 
Life without narcotics...
Bright life, without narcotics...
 
Hi, I'm Noize MC's liver, I already have no strength
Look at what this fool did to me:
I look like I'm sixty years old,
I'm completely yellow – any more is impossible!
 
Brain, come to your senses, before it's too late,
We're here with a couple of kidneys, it's just too fucking much!
And the pancreas also advocates
For you to give it up.
Don't believe us? You there, ask the lungs:
- How many years does the rapper MC have left?
- Well, from his strength, say, two or three, but I can't say
He's managed to shit on us from the inside.
But, for this party, we've still got enough
So let's beat this joint, come on,
Don't forget to pass it around in a circle,
And whatever happens, know...
 
My habits won't leave me in peace:
I live in the wrong place, with the wrong friends, and my company
Won't give me a chance to find out how good life is,
If you don't kill yourself and make friends with your body!
 
Life without narcotics...
Bright life, without narcotics...
Choose a life without narcotics,
A bright life without narcotics!
 
My habits won't leave me in peace:
I live in the wrong place, with the wrong friends, and my company
Won't give me a chance to find out how good life is,
If you don't kill yourself and make friends with your body!
 

Behind the Closed Door

[Chorus]
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, behind a closed door
Drums were banging, guitars were wailing.
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, three times a week
Our band was rehearsing behind a closed door.
 
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, behind a closed door
Drums were banging, guitars were wailing.
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, three times a week
Our band was rehearsing behind a closed door.
 
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall
It smelled of something and it was crowded,
But for us it was a special place.
Mostly we'd spent our wonderful school years there,
We preferred it over school desks and building entrances.
Thanks is due to this tiny room for our happy childhood,
It was here that we wrote our first song,
It was here that we first tried alcohol,
And our bass guitarist lost his virginity,
Taking that of our lead singer, Olesya (who was a year younger),
She had fun with us,
She was a cool girl, but an average singer
And she weighed about 110 kg although she was 170cm tall.
When the following day, sober,
He said to her honestly 'Sorry, but we can't be together'
She answered with a rude gesture and having slammed the door in protest,
Left our orchestra for good.
 
[Chorus]
 
Who are these guys? Find them before it's too late!
The fact that I haven't heard of them before is a trick the devil has played.
They are our future stars, I'm serious!
That's what the boss of Universal shouted, having heard our demo.
Then behind a closed door, having signed a contract,
We got a huge sum of green in advance.
Our songs became more popular than Jingle Bells and Happy Birthday
We're sick of the questions from journalists dressed in pink.
A year later, I could spin it real well,
As a result of that pile of shit that had been the sound,
Which came out of my lungs, when they deflated,
Standing behind the door of the sound booth in a comatose state,
Music lovers, wiping away bitter tears,
Carefully and scrupulously collected our songs.
Zero creativity, but we're stars,
The female readers of 'Cool' jerk off to our posters.
 
[Chorus]
 
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, behind a closed door
Drums were banging, guitars were wailing.
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, three times a week
Our band was rehearsing behind a closed door of the make up room.
I felt awful, was in pain
Because of the poor state of my liver and kidneys.
The concert was in danger of being cancelled, the manager was worried,
The angry audience was tearing the security guys to pieces.
Having delayed the concert by two hours,
I climbed on the stage, half-heartedly raised my hand in a rock gesture.
Slowly picking at the strings, I'm trampling a wet rag with my sneakers,
Scratching my cheek with the microphone between stanzas.
Even the most loyal fans can't recognize the hits,
The drummer speeds up, I can't remember the words.
The bass guitarist is high and is messing up the chords,
The drunk DJ throws up while cursing.
From the front row I hear voices:
Is this what I paid 1000 rubles for? Give me back my money!
Suddenly, my eyes were blanketed by a fog, behind the closed door of an ambulance
I left after half an hour.
 
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, behind a closed door
Drums were banging, guitars were wailing.
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, three times a week
Our band was rehearsing behind a closed door.
 
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, behind a closed door
Drums were banging, guitars were wailing.
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, three times a week
Our band was rehearsing behind a closed door.
 
In the tiny room, next to the assembly hall, a school band was rehearsing.