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[The translation of the song "Privychka"]

[Verse 1: Scriptonite]
I'm wearing the same shirt I did a decade ago
But that flat was pretty tight
Blocked their layup, made in style of an acrobat
Smell of smoke and sunset, we are rich without pay
I remember this track on the tape (2002)
Patched in 15 minutes in the middle to record it
Turned everything on on vinyl, joint with no weed
Slightly blew some shit, slightly strong-willed
So that we could gather here like this (hey-hey)
And it wasn't easy, to be brief
Not Aul — SVO, a lot of time ran past since then
Around here, like SPEED-info, are paparazzi
You need linen and bread, but we're roasting meat

[Post-Verse: Scriptonite]
That is why money
Doesn't hinder me from thinking
We live like others don't
Pass them my joint, let'em relax

[Chorus: Andy Panda]
I'm frying sausages, nearby frying blunts
Stoned boys, stoned mantras
Glasses and bottles, friends and their smiles
Gals and pals, well, something like a party
My huge steak won't fit in your hands
Finishing the meat, I dance on bones
This is your piece too, and I'm ready to feed you
But before you get into my circle, stop loving yourself
What were you doing when palo were giving hell from Pavlodar
When bloody made the noise, it wasn't enough
Here are glasses and bottles, friends and their smiles
Gals and pals, well, something like a party
[Post-Chorus: Scriptonite]
Lemon AK, refreshed the glass
Flew in to play a hand of Durak for half an hour
Sativa, Indira, everything that has THC
No, it's not a habit, it's just my DNA, yeah

[Verse 2: 104]
You can talk about how I closed doors behind me
When I came here I danced in crap
Lots of flavor but the show is not a carnival for the telly
Wild appetite — it's the white widow in the body
Inside of my own head in the morning, in the evening under the knife and fork
This encounter isn't an accident and the talk is not for bitcoins
Two years ago I would have called this a warm up
Message in WhatsApp but I lost my pin code

[Chorus: Andy Panda]
I'm frying sausages, nearby frying blunts
Stoned boys, stoned mantras
Glasses and bottles, friends and their smiles
Gals and pals, well, something like a party
My huge steak won't fit in your hands
Finishing the meat, I dance on bones
This is your piece too, and I'm ready to feed you
But before you get into my circle, stop loving yourself
What were you doing when palo were giving hell from Pavlodar
When bloody made the noise, it wasn't enough
Here are glasses and bottles, friends and their smiles
Gals and pals, well, something like a party
[Post-Chorus: Scriptonite]
Lemon AK, refreshed the glass
Flew in to play a hand of Durak for half an hour
Sativa, Indira, everything that has THC
No, it's not a habit, it's just my DNA, yeah