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

There wasn't place for an extra vegetables on my dacha.

Instead of potato and beet - there was only weed.

When a neighboring farmers were messing with me,

I'd give them nothing but a finger.

They're not my collegues - they dont like raggae,

They don't like sprouts of Mary Jane.

Repeadetly they were threatening me with cops,

Like their neighbour is a huckster and a sting.

So one night, can't remebmer the date,

It was the end of an august, close to gathering season,

I tried to sleep, rolling over, anxious,

Wishing to be blown back after a fat bumps,

Then a bright light hitted the window and something started humming.

Through the anxiety I made myself get up,

And I saw the alliens,

Stealing my weed an singin this song:

Chorus:

What we see in our dreams is not a rumble of a spaceport,

And not that cold blue.

What we see in our dreams is a grass near the home,

A green green grass1.

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

I'm gonna send him to outta space, to find another race2

I took my shotgun and run out,

Aiming to beat the shit out of those impudent humanoids.

But then, I swear I tell no lies, one of them came to me,

Gave me a thermonuclear joint, and I went silent.

In about three minutes all the UFO crue

Was in my place, chatting.

They told me of how little of cush they have back home:

500 grams of harvest a year for all the planet. They drink,

But they're not happy with that cold blue,

The like a smell of a burnt rags and a thick smoke.

In return I told them, how my neighbours piss me off,

So the humanoids propose me to make those people victims of anomalies

For five glasses of Mary Jane. Deal!

My shitty neighbours are unlucky.

The UFO took them and soared up,

And I can no loger hear a rumble of a spaceport.

Chorus.

1. https://lyricstranslate.com/ru/zemlyane-trava-u-doma-%D1%82%D1%80%D0%B0%...2. https://lyricstranslate.com/ru/prodigy-out-space-lyrics.html