Мало Нам [Malo Nam] [English translation]

[Miyagi]

It's like an illegal buzz,

freezing out nations.

Here the icons go to the highest bidder.

It's a blockbuster. The demon is on the mic.

You incited the fire on your own,

you got an alarm into your own head,

You yourself were surprised by failures and

got into this den.

My path is to be close to a sober and honest one,

to come back from a terrible fiction.

It was water, not annoyance,

I see tears, but tears of joy on some faces,

but I don't understand - why

this or that degenerate was so wicked?

"I fuck this world!" -

that's what consumers used to say.

I'll turn out this wicked rustle with the beat.

I was indignant: why do these violators

organize the horror?

My computer began to lag

it's to much for my mind.

I'd take shot and gunpowder and go down the corridors...

And while this city is wild

I'd protect these naive looks

like hunter,

while the support was dying

it was opening eyes and correcting the vision of the world.

Previously, a guy who believed in mankind

was blind and rather

happy about this,

but now it’s not enough to be a child,

whose angelic spirit knew nothing about sins here.

For the strange people without gods

would not laugh at him aloud.

Step, another step, and the beard reaches the floor.

Not, not, somebody died - just for fun.

Wham-bam, we judge haughtily

all people around but not ourselves.

Douse all the holy things with gasoline.

Come on, let's beat completely those who are heartbroken.

They presumably used to call a human

that one who is an animal sometimes. (x2)

[Refrain]

If it wasn't enough, enough, enough for us? (many times)

[Andy Panda]

The years stuck in my throat, in heaps,

The years stuck in my throat as well as barefaced deceit.

Man in uniform,

damage all our lifestyle.

Gendarme, laws are not our plan.

Don't you try to get into the clan.

My brother made everything on his own.

Maybe you'll find a nicer place?

I see the fuckers and their sending everybody packing.

The society of fucking writers,

you squandered all the holy things, you're not our friends.

How can they see the aura,

that is blurred behind the shoulders?

My "skeletons"1 are depressed,

my lyre is for the world.

My hand wrote this outro

this morning

and I was about to rewrite the draft,

but no such luck, distemper-bitch.

Grief flickers as well as joy.

We wandered with rap, and got older

Take five, we're together,

greetings to brothers.

My hand wrote this outro

this morning

and I was about to rewrite the draft,

but no such luck, distemper-bitch.

[Refrain]

1. friends