Как Есть [Kak Yestʹ] [English translation]

A Foreign car with flashing lights turns into the arch

A security guard passes the parking lot, it's Wednesday, -1-*Lubyanka

The secret of light corridors is shrouded in darkness

In the offices of spacious cabinets with shelves, on the shelves there are folders

In the folders are the cases, they appear, names, surnames

Against crosses and checkmarks

I do not advise to leave (the "cap" )" or- 2-*"sphere of influene" (in this context)

You will be spread on the pavement like a cockroach on a sneaker

Sometimes it's like hunting to press pause

Stop for a while to collect this puzzle

Life is not so beautiful, I realized it right away

Put some more "laughing gas" here

The eyes only see what they are shown.

Mass media lead masses to insanity (or decay)

We have a slightly different vision of the situation.

I try to constantly use infrared lighting.

It is dangerous, it is against the law.

And who has the -3-*"maza "in the evenings runs to the office

We are in the database, at the ear of the reception

They needed to come to the address and fill out the form.

My friend has two balconies

There are bushes of different sizes from the floor to the ceiling.

Asterisks fall smoothly on epaulets

I will wrap an adhesive tape and send the parcel to the zone

Shit comes by the tons in freight cars

It is accompanied by organs, all are calm.

People get two and a half weeks of strict rest

Somewhere in Mordovia for a soft black bun

The newly minted employee of the -4- OBNON'a

Finished building a house somewhere near Barcelona

And Anton's mom does not understand where he is still

She is trying to figure out his phone number

This is dumb, it's dark around here

It's Tuesday evening on the road from home to the microphone

After traffic jams through Sadova Street to Kazakov Street

It would be great to finish recording an album.

BASTA

I have to stay cocky

Oh, and dick with him

The truth is hidden from view, be content with versions.

Peers die young fearing a hungry pension

You know, it's been ten years since I have been an inmate

But I stay here to face the evil of any "asshole"

I Wanted you to be treated like a human

Then join the party, and pay membership dues

The bait on the hook is on a sturdy fishing line

And fuck who are you - the owner of a (kiosk) stall or the owner of -5-*Chelsea

You write your type of songs on the chalkboard

This works out for you, "but in Uebski (not sure of this), like -6-*Oksana Robski

I have to stay cocky, let's arrange it, there are no kids here,

"Smash up"-7- - thank God there is someone one to be with

than to become a mold in an entrance, a bullet in the heart is better

Better to to be in pieces than to turn into sour dough

Convenient for rolling and shaping

Around the blue numbers on the toned fords

And you cowardly hide your head in the shoulders like

someone who hides a ragged liver from their mother

While you bite your broken elbows

Someone in shoulder straps is buying severed heads in bulk

Do you remember the colonel and the massacre

The system failed, so soon everything will be fucked

Flipping the lock, and once again looking at your photo

two in the gateway are already waiting for you

You left your Honda Accord in the parking lot

In a minute, you will take two clips.

You will be silenced, and it so much more convenient

you talked about freedom, now you are free

Such times, such business brother

Speaking as it is, you need courage, not talent.

Come on without giving a fuck,

Fuck around for yourself, the fuck with the hits

Life for beats and some vinyl cod

Hard as it is, without useless shine

Listen to me? come on without giving a fuck

Fuck around for yourself, the fuck with the hits

Life on bits and some vinyl cod

Hard as it is, without too much shine