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Genius English Translations - Luperkal Y Vadyara Blues Ahape Andrey English Translation Lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse 1: Luperkal]
Hi everybody! His name is Andrey and he has withered again
Since the drug hit, and he is out of the world for hours at a time
Needle marks, tattoos on the slouching shoulders
Skinny junkie, imagine, even his ribs protrude
Drill bit bores into the cerebral cortex. We've sat down
To rest, it's like a merry-go-round here
There are syringes in the grass, and the lawn is covered with them
Mothers' tеars cannot fill a single pool
And to this day, the poppy had been sown somewhеre, there is
An echo of the full veins from the Yenisey. Pervoprestolnaya beckons, the foyer beckons
Yeah, drug dealers drag along like a seiner pulls the nets of
This booze to come back a woe in someones' families
Here I am, scattered, in the North, sorted the shit out
Between the prison and this mortal passion I'm looking for a seed of meaning
What's up with you, tell me, my Rusiya? If the darkness
Despairs of the light in our souls, we will be extinguished, we will be crooked by the booze
Here we smoke with Senya, there we take together with Anna and Lyuda
We will blow up with Natasha and make some scumbags
We will fly away in the window like a giant bird afraid of hallucinations
We guffaw and mock since it doesn't fucking matter at all
Fuck the rap about the health promotion and gym, it's been boring for ages
Believe me, these yards are far away from Elm Street
But it doesn't matter for Andrei: Mavashi or Kasta
Grot or D.masta, the eyes staring into the clear sky
[Chorus: Vadyara Blues]
It's a pity, but the walls of grey buildings won't protect from all storms
Because the runway to the ground alludes to the sky
It's a pity, but the walls of grey buildings won't protect from all storms
Because the runway to the ground alludes to the sky

[Verse 2: Luperkal]
Hi everybody! He's in his early twenties, his name is Andrey
He became dehydrated, yellowed, lost almost a third of his weight
People were surprised: "Is it possible to age so quickly?
Is it possible to burn out so quickly?", Well, ask boozers
This pissed matrass again and the wrist in burn wounds
Acid reflux eats away at the throat and you can barely get out of this shit
If your mind is chewed over quickly by the passion
The veins are squizzed and there's a liquid in the syringe which is caustic
Fuck it, either you're a poor or a silver-spooner, forget about shorts
No more short sleeves, "C'mon, call Ashot
Wait, he won't lend any more money, but we have to do something!"
Meanwhile, the sun's rays cut painfully into the eyes through gaps in the curtains
"City of roads" on the radio, the list of dealers on the phone
Black circles under the eyes at local kids' parties
Blood on the fingers, he didn't notice how he combed the abscess
Finally got the gifts of the poppy plantations after half an hour
Andrei was buried by the whole neighbourhood in May
The body was carried over the doorstep, that's how a ferry sailed away
To another world, carrying the soul with it which was ruined by the sin
Faded posters on the wall: rap, rock
[Chorus: Vadyara Blues]
It's a pity, but the walls of grey buildings won't protect from all storms
Because the runway to the ground alludes to the sky
It's a pity, but the walls of grey buildings won't protect from all storms
Because the runway to the ground alludes to the sky

[Part II]

[Verse: Luperkal]
The skin of a face is whiter than an albino's, the hands are in veins
Control in accordion, a rotten gut in anticipation of tasting doses of neuromenosis
The needles climbed under his skin with a splinter, turning him into something more ridiculous than a platypus
Here "Fear arises as a consequence of weakness of spirit" (Spinoza)
Every step they take is a stiletto in the ribs
You, shrouded in the ashes of sin, as if chained to a rock
The hit picked up, fucked your pathetic skeleton
From a universe of ponts, diamonds, furs, Biennales, novels, poems
Abase oneself so far as to the bottom, there's only one thing to be happy about, wrong, not the hip-hop
Where tombstones are touched with moss, their epitaph is sorrowfully sung by a choir
If you don't have ichor flowing in your veins, you're not God, and of course you're going to die at some point, imho
The forces of darkness pull their paws, and their claws are as sharp as an aesculapist's lancet
And you can hear them screaming, you are their food on this giant table that will be the cemetery hill
Decomposing like carrion, waterfalls will spill from the veins
A cavalcade of shadows on horse skeletons will ride through the sky
When Ariadne's thread is lost, Myriad puncture marks on the bend of the elbow
Old as Dorian's portrait, the amalgam of broken mirrors will fade