[Translation of “что ты скажешь мусорам, Даник?”
(what will you say to cops, Danic?)]
[Verse]
My town - coal and a lump in the throat
One gigantic, fucking doll house in the throat
Even whisky with ice in the throat
Even my whole album in the throat
Even you two with her, your familiar district, tits and a prick in the throat
And your first million in the throat
Dom Perignon in the throat
Link of peonies, boiling ulcer from eyes
Diverse scum, all crammed into their throat
All authority crammed into their throat
She can't, without touching glands
Very strange that, my joint's bigger than their blunt
Bigger than their pink, bigger than their punk
Bigger than their hip
Bigger than their hop at the root
Remеmber
Without masks, wax and makeup
Maslo chyornogo, ah, maslo chyornogo tmina
[Chorus]
If I - if I - if I die today at noon
What will you say to my mothеr?
If I - if I - if I die today at noon
What will you say to cops, Danic?
If I - if I - if I die today at noon
You'll have to brake up with that whore
And all my songs-songs, if I die today at noon
You'll have to hand them out to the boys
If I die today
What will you say to my mother?
If I die today
What will you say to cops?
If I die today
You'll have to break up with that whore
If I die today
You'll have to hand them out