Не надо было [Ne nado bylo] [English translation]

Beards, camouflage, machine guns --

Unwelcome dudes have arrived to my apartment

I'm kinda scared and kinda hazish.

My sphincter wouldn't let a hydrogene atom through.

Heart is sunk into the boots, a chunk at top of my neck,

Nose is squashed into the hardwood I am kissing

Gallons of McFlurry-cold-sweat run through my forehead.

Their chieftan frowns, I bet it's the end

And the houries aren't waiting for me afterwards

What a pity!

Kids are wailing, wife is turning gray

Allah have mercy on them, they are not to blame.

Accented speaking, not debts-and-procents type

Was it the Orthodox Church

I may have suggested it go straight to hell

But shittalking Islam I strongly regret.

I sholdn't have, no, I shouldn't have, I regret it

I may have messed around the oil companies' CEOs

I may have condemned mr. Putin, daring things un-ever-dared

But i should never ever ever have shittalked Islam, I regret it!

Really -- that was a desicion unvise

I don't see a thing, air is dead, trunk is uncomfortable

They're driving my to a place, from which no transport takes you back

They don't appreciate my humour!

The terminal, somewhere far over the MKAD

Lock's click, club' kick, so I am to get out?

Tripping en route, prob'ly cause I'm nerved

Stand up, Kafir Jackal, welcome to inferno.

One holds the lantern, another the camera,

A viral video's being shot, like and share!

A half-minute in-previous-episodes passes my sight

From the minute i'm born till this very night

No way out, the protagonist is surely gonna be shot

The storyline rushes to the finale

AK-s burst, favourite hoodie's spoilt!

Belll is ringing, dream was kinda shity

I wake up, unlock the phone, open the Notes

And wipe the fuck out all the three verses

I phone the producer and call off the studio,

"Life is good, fuck the track on Islam

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Concluding remarks recounting the cases (all of them) when you'd better not shittalk Islam