Ham Hamster - Мама Раша
текст песни

Wow, how

it was good

I then

came there

Waited until it died down

And found a diamond in the embers

A new day

Another's shadow

A new step, but in the dark

Faces

the streets are not

distinct

I'll blame the alignment of the planets

And in the crowd, an image flickers

Of people who don't exist

The look seems familiar to me

An identical silhouette

A phantom came and reminded me

Be on guard against the shady forces

After all, no one has ever left this sold-out place

No one has ever left alive

I'm not tired of trying yet

Too much is not necessary

And inside our heads

The path of fate has become greatly narrowed

I stopped walking where I used to

I avoid drug addicts

I'm trying to destroy the scum within me

Which is not enough

Someone's pity-pinched

My truth I distorted it

In a break from despair

I was drinking tea extracts

My hands weaken with time

I hope my spirit grows stronger

The rat changed her faith

And went to snitch to the cops

Russia-Russia was a criminal

She made a bigger deal

He's not Papa or Pablo

The ghetto was eaten up by the street

Changed by the kopeck

You are crucified, star of the star anise

You are a seasoning, I am a seasoning

In this soup, we are poison

(There are many of us)

I'm tearing out by the roots

What was once considered me

I'm hysterical and a child

With a bald head

I haven't found meaning in life

And I haven't invented my own

The prefix "Fuck" is on my lips

Jewish, every morning

A junkie will tell me about God

Relocant He'll smear the house

And the harlot, the queen of whores

He'll move for moral principles

Strongly alien, but familiar

Unpleasant, but cool

A thick layer of contradictions

Hypocrisy lasting an eternity

Russia Russia is our mother

The spirit of the province is our father

Before legal, from illegal

From Moscow to Magadan

From villages to Leningrad

From Yamal to Baikal

The smell of prisons and freedom

I love all of this, really

From villages to Leningrad

From Yamal to Baikal

This is all my home

I realized this recently

Russia-Russia of crime

She's smashed in a bigger way

He's not Papa or Pablo

The street ate up the ghetto

From villages to Leningrad

From Yamal to Baikal

The smell of prisons and freedom

I love all of this, really

Russia Russia is our mother

The spirit of the province is ours Dad

From illegal to legal

From Moscow to Magadan

Changed by the kopeck

You are crucified, star of star anise

You are a seasoning, a seasoning

There are quite a few of us in this soup