[The lyrics of the song «Letters of a murdered man»] [English Translate]


[Verse 1: Anq]

When I leave this world, I will fell the calmness
I will not be nicely left or be insulted any more
My life is battlefield
I sacrifice myself

Just want to keep something kind and alive here
Aren't you tired of my stories yet?
Angelina Jolie has a blister on ears from me telling tall tales
Who are you? What do they teach you in school?

Put out your cigarette, go to sanatorium, Kolya
From the other world, I tell you, they don't use obscеnities here
Thе real underground, you got it, we give free talking shit here
I rubed salt in your wound, never was a stranger here

My hobby is rolling a big joint
From another reality headshot, has a smell of fucking hell
Every rhyme of mine is fat-fat-fat-fat-fatter than your butts
My fucking dead flow is above the clouds, again and again
Get a punch, I've been ready for the next world for a long


[Verse 2: Crash]

I wish I could breathe again and see the sun
I won't roll a joint again, won't hear the flow of letters
I won't feel the warmth of love, the touch of a body
Those kisses and tenderness that I would like so much now

I won't hear the beat and I'll get bored without the worries
Not a single piece of nonsense will become a lump in my throat
And doesn't beckon me food, neither water, nor drug
No scent of fragrant nugs, no bright star in the sky

Punani that I cherished at night won't get wet now
No one will ask me "How are you?" and they won't warm me up with joints
The doctors in our buildings, won't diagnose it
Perhaps, I will be glad I didn't disappear in abyss

Because not so long ago I learned life is a beauty
That I have a soul, that isn't subject to your filth
I'm writing all these letters until candles go out
Please burn all of them after, I will stay in the sky now

This life, yes, wasn't given us in vain
So live it, loving, here day by day
This life, yes, wasn't given us in vain
So live it, loving, here day by day

[Verse 3: MarikMarakesh]

Take away all my music and my poems
I don't need a name either, so take it too
Run all my blood through the river flow
All that's left of me, roll in joint and smoke

Poke out both my eyes, now they're yours
And as a gift to you, my hands – create
Let the bastards keep adding zeros
Then wrap my hair and nails in ships

I don't give a shit about you
These lines seem to fit very well here
You were just helping us, but you didn't help
And we kick the bucket, sank into oblivion

It's not your idol, it's your inner world
Makes you stuff these letters full of holes
For some reason, between fat and life you chose fat
So they forgot the route, they fucked up the landmark