ChipaChip, Макси АК - Моя земля
текст песни

I poured boiling water on what the earth gave us.
Took the straw of the past and set it on fire.
Life is more fun with rhyme and a tight jam.
Verbally kick the chair out from under posers' asses.
****** yesterday I was small, today I'm big.
More wrinkles on my face, but young at heart.
My land, my power bank, my native black soil.
I'm from those places where people see everything differently.
My greetings fly to the Ural Mountains.
To all sensible girls, to all who made themselves.
Whose vector is set for those who don't confuse the poles.
Wind in the sails of cabbage in wallets.
To all who long ago gave up on the rules.
We spin 360 degrees; this life is a crossbar.
The earth gave us what plugins can't give.
The evolution of a genre from a grain of sand to platinum.
You ask me - where did I get this? My land gave me all this
The whole hall sings along with us in unison
My land gave me all this
It doesn't matter if it's summer or winter outside
It will give me everything in full, because my land
You can't buy a homeland for any lard
As long as I'm on my land, I won't wither
With me, my land feels uplifted
My neighborhood is blooming, its engine sparkles with cast iron
Someone abandoned everything and flew away like a savage
We're wandering along the path for now, but we'll end up there
I was walking home from school as a kid, carrying a school book
Waiting for her under a streetlamp in a cold December
Warming ourselves with whiskey here, admiring the vacant lot
Artyom was standing there writing lyrics on his iPhone, on the line
No need for fluff, just feel it through the music
Amidst the endless fields and beyond the smoke of industrial zones
This Russian rap sounds like the Boston Waltz
All my boys are dressed in Stone
Remember who you are, bro, it's so stuffy out there
There's soil everywhere, but it's not the same
Well, at least come back here in a few years
And we already feel more at home in these cold weathers
You ask me, "Where did I get this?"
My land gave me all this
The whole audience sings along in unison
My land gave me all this
It doesn't matter if it's summer or winter outside
My land will give me everything in full
You can't buy a homeland for any lard
As long as I'm on my own land, I won't wither
A rather long time in prosperous foreign places
And I can't remember a moment when my heart didn't yearn for Russia
It's good there, but here... well, here it's not so good...
But imagine, it turns out that here it's better
Better because it hurts less
This is a very special logic, but this is the logic of love