Двори

English translation

I, I, I

Twenty twenty five. District yards are closer to me.

District yards are closer to me.

Yards know me, they remember my smell.

I was afraid of the street, but I have not been afraid for a long time. Everyone who laughed at me stayed the same.

But I wouldn't be who I am without them, so I'm grateful.

I didn't go to fizra, I went to those who are panchit. The first lesson, I'm already hooked, God forbid they burn.

I open everyone's eyes, but they don't see that I'm fucking their albums with just one punch.

There is more water in their texts than in my district. I have as many as six lakes, because I'm on Obolon.

And the Dnipro is next to it, and there is also a bay from it.

If I play my track for you, you'll be fucked with electricity. I am at peace because I am not abroad.

The yards of the district are closer to me than your Europe. We have a different mentality, we have a different weather.

But I was born at home and I will die at home too. Don't worry about fatigue, because nothing will be too strong.

I've been rapping for eight years now, I post almost every day.

I am not afraid to be myself, there are plenty of provocations. I can say something for which there will be an instant execution.

There are monsters in the area, I know how Khrushchevka smells. I was fucking in a shack on the eighth floor.

We are constantly spinning, so similar to the discs in a wheel.

Do not betray your principles in my code.

Yards remember my smell. I was afraid of the street, but it's not scary for a long time.

Everyone who laughed at me stayed there. I would not have become who I am without them, so I am grateful.

It was as if I didn't live on the street, but I did.

Everyone from home back at night, that was the regime. I didn't play at school, but I liked playing very much.

I wasn't a dangerous badass, the only thing I did was beat. Rusanivka replaced my mother, because my mother was not there.

Bright childhood, there was no muzzle near the temple, because that was already later.

All the fights, substances, childhood fled quickly. Who is to blame for that escape, tell me?

Do you remember how we laughed on the channel, skipping math in gymnasium?

Mykola Lvovych taught you not to run away from yourself, children, and then he himself ran away somewhere to another world. Those streets have already erased my scent like Cold Spice.

I would pay any price to return. Where the knees do not hurt, it is dry

Mivina, Isabella's wine. But that's why habella came to my world.

We were cool and immortal like these little rappers. Impudent squeaks, unfastened seat belts.

Dekaks, cassettes with Kachov, simple brain. In a world where evil does not exist. What now?

You're in a hurry to catch up, like that pissed-off rabbit. The future pokes the middle finger with a smile.

Scattered around the world, small as specks. Do you think it's cool?

Live to be at least thirty. Do you think it's cool? Live to be at least thirty. Do you think it's cool?

Live to be at least thirty. Do you think it's cool? Live to be at least thirty.

Do you think it's cool? Live to be at least thirty. Do you think it's cool?

Live to be at least thirty.