[Translation of «Athens»]
[Verse]
I'm not a poet, I'm a compilator, manipulator, I'm a secret agent
As of now, it feels as if you are taken by laboratory technicians as a reagent
Few colleagues are barking
I thought it was a lion's cage, but really is a pack of hyenas
I'm an introvert, who convinced himself, that he is an extrovert to reach the top!
My righteous anger, wait, there is no faithful and proper
Except of proven victories in ashes
But you, buddy, burned down and faded as the years went by
She has pearls in her decollete, collar and ermine
Fuck it, I call a wide passage your missis Pas de Calais anyway
How so? You had deteriorated in 2 years and gave up
A depressive fable of fate
Your cherry blossom had faded, garden leaves fell down, and your pagoda is rickety
Why the fuck?
Your whole rap is a fuck-up of drunken bum – it's harmful
I went bald from the ship to the ball
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film
You're not my brother, like in Balabanov's film