ST1M, СД - Ноябрь '86
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“Hey, SD, where did you go, why aren’t you making noise anymore?”
Sorry, I was busy, I'm just buying rubles
I'm just making money, I forgot about what you're waiting for
I completely forgot about everything, and do I need to remember?
Oudji Buda wants a fit, no question, Grisha, there will be three
You've been in the cold for almost a year, but I don't hold grudges
Immigration, life away, our old world is rotting
Regrets go to hell, I would do it all again without any problems
Money in the cards, cards on the table, I accelerated and forgot where to stop
It was all a long time ago, my rap is for everyone and no one
It was serious, but now it’s funny, I don’t understand how I got here
Do you remember November eight six, I don’t either, so what?
Maybe in the morning I remembered who I am, and who I was, and became
Maybe this information cleared up my mind, everything fell into place
Or maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, without specifics about anything
And who am I?I'm Victor SD ANTIHYPE ANDERCHÖ
The years go by, but I don't
Only the portrait ages
Only the portrait ages
The years go by, but I don't
Only the portrait ages
Only the portrait ages
The years go by, but I don't
Only the portrait ages
Only the portrait ages
The years go by, but I don't
Only the portrait ages
Only the portrait ages
The years fly by!Not like an Indian Boeing - that’s good
I haven’t even taken off my shoes yet, and everyone is drinking on the road
Somehow I missed the moment when everyone around me got older
Starting to irritate me with your boring mood
Everyone has a life, life, life
I'm trippy, trippy, trippy
And their tired appearance and empty life
Inducing sleep, which will tire you right now
No!I'll be forty soon too
But that doesn't mean there's a sensor on the leg.
Work, home, work, TV - the best kent
And the grayness of pissing everyday life is muffled in beer
I'd like scotch and premium wagyu
Thank God for giving me an above average IQ
I'm not exactly a snob, but I'm sick of it, stop!
In my surroundings there are only those who could do it too!
It's no good being a black sheep
To be a bastard, like everyone else - ordinary
Knowing that somewhere beyond the threshold
Real life is smoldering like a match
I don't give a fuck about smoke, I'm not a slave to routine
That she playfully twisted a billion paws
Forever young and occasionally drunk
This is the phenomenon of November
The years go by, but I don't
Only the portrait ages
Only the portrait ages
The years go by, but I don't
Only the portrait ages
Only the portrait ages
The years go by, but I don't
Only the portrait ages
Only the portrait ages
The years go by, but I don't
Only the portrait ages
Only the portrait ages