[The translation of the song "Privychka"]

[Verse 1: Scriptonite]
I'm wearing the same shirt I did decade ago
But that flat was pretty tight
Blocked their layup, made in style acrobat
Smell of smoke and sunset, we are rich without wages
I remember this track on the tape (2002)
Pasted 15 minutes in the middle to record it
Right now I can turn everything on vinyl, joint with no shit
Blowed some fucking blunts, mildly strong-willed
So we can gather here like this (hey-hey)
And it wasn't easy, in short
Not an aul — SVO, a lot of time has passed since then
Around here, it's like SPEED-info, paparazzi
You need underwear and bread, while we're roasting meat

[Post-Verse: Scriptonite]
That is why money
Doesn't stop me from thinking
We don't live like the others
Give them my joint, let'em relax

[Chorus: Andy Panda]
I'm frying sausages, nearby frying blunts
Stoned boys, stoned mantras
Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party
My huge steak won't fit in my hands
I eat meat, dance on bones
This is also your piece, and I'm ready to feed you
But before you get into my circle, stop loving yourself
What was you doing when pals were given the hell from Pavlodar
When bloody made the noise, it wasn't enough
Rocks and bottles, friends and their smiles
Bicks and pals, well, something like a party