A keresés eredménye

We need you alive

I am not going to teach you, just want to show you a few things
For seven centuries, our best sons died for our country,
As long as our people could see, our land had wailed,
This hoard doesn't let us rest since the times of King Danylo.
 
And our walls are not breached by the enemy, but by our bitch fights,
When will finally all Petluras and Skoropaskis agree?
From the times of Rus and until our days - we only have one problem
Maybe we are poor because we're stupid, or perhaps stupid because we're poor?
 
I am not surprised with pussies on TikTok - first she blunders and then cries,
Here the adults stole everything, even child's dreams,
I am still holding on to my one, bro, suffering from my hip-hop, making new beats,
It's all worth it when I see those glowing eyes on the concerts.
 
We haven't lost it all. There is still rap that carries thoughts.
We have different heights, ambitions, most just crawl,
Because this prick stole all the good,
And in your tales, they don't even believe in A-BA-BA-GA-LA-MA-GA1
 
Some things bug me, I still stay put on my true way,
I mix up my words skillfully, like Marchuk2 with his paints
It's still too early to give up, bro, to fall into this rye,
Let those scum die from Karma, and we still need to build and live.
 
No one could wipe us out with force,
We are shaping our own fate,
Ukraine only values the dead,
And we need you, our brother, to live!
 
No one could wipe us out with force,
And the torn off Crimea is in mourning,
Ukraine only values the dead,
And we need you, our brother, to live!
 
We need you to be alive because your intelligence
Can stop all of our tears,
And this track, like Mykola Amosov3
Injects doses of adrenaline into your heart.
 
Prose, like millet, is my plough on the ropes of conscience,
They tell me, friend, don't stick your nose in politics,
Make money, you're just a pawn, your bosses decide everything.
But I work 4 like a donkey, killing the maloros5 inside myself.
 
They ask me, bro where did you go, where is your old, simple style,
What did you manage to achieve in those years? To understand, you need to grow up to it.
I delivered. Do you feel the spirit in those lines of the verses?
I can't leave you for these invertebrate clowns.
 
While those pseudo-stars divide up their awards in their den,
I never traded my honour and soul for rubles,
I am in your corner brother, adding more fuel
We are still in it! Only time will grade our work for real.
 
I went up the stairs, gnawed on concrete,
In the soul, I will leave a strong seam, like Boris Paton 6
Respect to all that support me. And again, my hand lifted...
I will hang this accord like KGB hanged Ivasuk... 7
 
No one could wipe us out with force,
We are shaping our own fate,
Ukraine only values the dead,
And we need you, our brother, to live!
 
No one could wipe us out with force,
And the torn off Crimea is in mourning,
Ukraine only values the dead,
And we need you, our brother, to live!
 

• 1. Well known Ukrainian children's book publishing company
• 2. Well known Ukrainian painter
• 3. Well known Ukrainian surgeon
• 4. literal translation fuck, but meaning to work-hard
• 5. Deragotary term for Ukrainians used by Russians meaning 'little Russian' or 'incomplete Russian'
• 6. Well known Ukrainian Engineer famous for his bridge across Dnipro
• 7. Well known musician, songwriter, composer and poet who got assassinated by KGB. He was reported missing and found hanged in the forest in strange circumstances. Official Soviet reports indicated suicide, yet it was rumoured that KGB had been involved in the murder. In 2019 a criminal investigation was conducted to determine the cause of Ivaskuk's death. The report found that it was physically impossible for Ivasuk to commit suicide because of the specific way in which he had been hanged.

On our way

[Chorus: ]
 
Again we're on our way somewhere
Where, where, where?
Cities await us,
my children, children, children
He's on the stage, but he's just a jerk*
Yar-machine pumps up the crowd.
 
[First Verse: ]
 
We go on a tour, we go on a tour of the cities.
Everything that's inside of me, I'll give you as a gift.
Tataram-tam, one, two, three - can you hear me?
I invite you to swing by this stylish party.
Somehow, I got up to where no one usually rises,
Like Hare Krishna, my mantra blows your mind.
This track is junk, but I'm rapping to entertain you.
Everything will be cheeky-peaky,
everything will be Coca-Cola.
Kit, bass, and RH, beat, mike, CRP,
club check, hand sounds, track list - Mac player.
Rap should be dull? Sorry, I don't think so,
I'm a cheat-player in all of this,
just like I can read girls.
If you would give me a mike,
I would make any party rock.
I would drop my words by the pile,
MC with a sad message.
The caravan moves on, the drums are beating, all as usual.
Today, Kiev - daddy, tomorrow Odessa - mommy.
 
[Chorus: 2 times]
 
Again we're on our way somewhere
Where, where, where?
Cities await us,
my children, children, children
He's on the stage, but he's just a jerk,
Yar-machine pumps up the crowd.
[Second Verse:]
 
If I'm on stage, then you'll appreciate this, brother,
I'll preach to you my style, like monks do pop Zen.
I'm for the harmony in the beat - drum & bass
I know how verses can uplift you no matter how bad you feel.
It's not just a concert - it's therapy
Here we are - you and me, loud sounds, simple words.
Across bridges, roads, railway stations, highways
We care the most how good the concert went,
rather than the profit of the box office.
The girls shake their asses, the guys turn their necks
Some came on a Porsche, some rode subway, some came late.
There is no V.I.P., no fans - it is just one big get-together
Simple face, pants, shirt and sneakers.
I want to see your hands up all the way to the ceiling,
Message from the speakers will wake you up from any stupor.
It's time for us to leave, brother, we'll see each other very soon
We're moving on, a new city is waiting for us.
 
[Chorus 2 times]
 
Again we're on our way somewhere
Where, where, where?
Cities await us,
my children, children, children
He's on the stage, but he's just a jerk,
Yar-machine pumps up the crowd.
 

Pidarasia

But what is this?
Like the floor is not weak.
But lately the peasants are like women!
Walk like a heifer
Now everyone calls 'fashion'.
Here is the democracy of action,
Here to you and freedom.
What kind of guys?
I would break his hands!
How a boy can dress
Instead of sneakers UGGI?
Handbag on the handle.
A thumb is protruding.
I'm such a girl,
Just a sweet boy!
Narrow jeans,
I'm so cool.
Understand the baby,
It's just dangerous to be with me.
Yes, well, it's understandably dangerous to be near the rooster ...
Lohom screwed to be steeper
Than to be not lohom.
And let the chickens scream! It is beautiful'
The man was created by God
Immediately with a glass of beer.
And the boys normal
With the world then on a string!
All the others write and see the word 'DISCOUNTS'
Now every second
On this topic is crazy!
And instead of the word fucked
You can hear the fashen.
About how I want to look
How will you sing,
When a man says:
'Darling, I have nothing to wear!'
Beda Ukraine, Byelorussia, Russia.
Around the world went
PIDARASIA.
And all shout with such force
What is so beautiful.
as for me so simple
PIDARASIA.
Well, Ukraine, Belarus, Russia.
Let's shout together!
PIDARASIA.
wear jeans
For pisyuna violence.
This is not a man, but
PIDARASIA.
Bunch of craps, homosexuals in a house on the river.
Duriki, Zhoriki Valiky, Soul of the Mannequin.
Scarlet, sweet, tall and small.
These are not boys, but stupid felt boots.
Tell me what's cool,
Che is then. I do not understand.
The group of Cossacks trudged here
To the whole country!
And not one of our
On Belarus and Rush.
With your prayers,
Soon everyone will know Sasha.
I will not need to read on heels,
Build a fagot, shave your legs so everyone says 'Ah.'
In the peasants should be a little brutal.
But these assholes fashion enveloped.
Come on, let's have a drink of vodka!
'I do not drink as a lady, but I missed it!'
Martini is not here, sorry. This is for the ladies.
Our man if he drinks, then to the end and into the trash.
Yes, I'm just shocked by what happens.
Along the street every second Dima Bilan walks.
And just imagine you were alone:
'Beloved, can there be sex?'
'Forgive my dear, these days!'
Beda Ukraine, Byelorussia, Russia.
Around the world went
PIDARASIA.
And all shout with such force
What is so beautiful.
How so simple for me
PIDARASIA.
Well, Ukraine, Belarus, Russia.
Let's shout together!
PIDARASIA.
wear jeans
For pisyuna violence.
This is not a man, but
PIDARASIA
 

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