Трава у дома [Trava u Doma] [English translation]

Grass at the house

Illegal vegetables were not welcome in my garden site

Just for weed instead Christmas tree,potato, and beet

To my summer home neighbors, that were working nearby

I replied on their trash talk by sign, without saying any words

They are not my coworkers, they don't like reggae-music

And they were not satisfied with weed shoots

They threatened me repeatedly that they report on me in police

Kinda their neighbor is dealer and crackhead

And once upon a night, I don't remember what day

It has been like an end of August, in short-it was about season

When I tried to sleep, tossing of troubles

I had a dream about being gone after the juicy lump

A bright light hit my window and something buzzed up

I raised my body from my bed overpowering affair

And I've seen behind glass, how aliens carved my weed, singing hit of Zemlyane rock-band

Refrain:

And, in our dreams, we don't hear the roar of the cosmodrome,

And we don't see this icy blueness either,

But, in our dreams, we see grass, the grass by the home,

The green, green grass.

I'm gonna send him to outta space, to find another race

I'm gonna send him to outta space, to find another race

I took a shotgun on the scoop and I ran in my yard

I was thinking that I'll kick cocky aliens' asses now

But I'm not bullshitting one of them approached me

He blew little nuclear steam and I'm quiet

In 3-ish minutes all UFO aircrew sat in my home, and we began talking

They told me they doing hard with weed there

All over the planet a pound of harvest per year, they drink booze,

But they are not satisfied with icy azure

They like the smell of burned rags and thick smoke

And I told them how my neighbors have pissed me off

In response, I was offered to turn them into anomaly victims

In exchange for 5 glasses of weed- All right!!

My neighbors-assholes weren't good enough

They were taken off from my house with the siren of UFO

And I don't hear the roar of cosmodrome anymore

Refrain