Чёрные / Белые [Chjornyie/Belyie] [English translation]

[Verse 1 - Call me Artur]

A black and white house and I'm black and white in it.

And I'm in a black and white photo in the arms of someone with me.

A black and white colour, I painted the light.

And there are no other colours for me.

The black ink has blackened my skin.

I'll freeze everything here with white snow and white first.

The black and white keys are playing notes.

Black Batman as always has guarded Gotham.

It puts my whites with black, and there I am.

I'm white or black, Trump or Obama,

Black affairs hookup with Kilogramms

White doctors, we treat your wounds with herbs.

You won't disturb the black leaf you've added.

Everything shines the bowls white more expensively.

My new Porsche is parked near the house.

I'll fly on the KES, and maybe something else.

[Chorus - Call me Artur]

And these black, white days

We're so black and white.

And these black and white days.

We're so black and white.

[Verse 2 - Elena Temnikova]

You won't see any footprints in white.

You'll later understand how you hurt it.

There are no options and no hard feelings

We don't need something that will spare us.

Whatever the colour of the eyes may be, the pupil is always black.

Keep your mind on the machine.

A Black scene, white costumes

We froze to a stop like mannequins.

White flashes from head to toe neon.

Let our conscience dance on the pole.

As if our faces are in black masks from the cameras.

A black cocktail flies in with sips.

[Chorus - Call me Artur]

And these black, white days

We're so black and white.

And these black and white days.

We're so black and white.

[Verse 3 - Fabio]

They don't distinguish a colour and inflate colours here.

They don't inflate a colour and distinguish colours here.

'Cause, every third can fly

Every first is half-holy.

But does everyone know how to count?

Everyone held a dream.

Everyone wants to live by the fountain here.

There's only life behind the rose of Ponte.

I play with black, checkmate.

I play with white, checkmate.

I didn't see the white light of the tunnel.

I see my mind with grief.

By the apparatus, the apparatus

I hit low battery.

Brother, your white mouth can't be worse

Than your white ass.

Where's it rushing to?

Straight into the black cosmos.

[Chorus - Call me Artur]

And these black, white days

We're so black and white.

And these black and white days.

We're so black and white.