unnv - Моя борьба - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I fuck the music with all my heart, wheezing at the top of my lungs.

It's tearing my feelings to pieces, you bastard. Whatever would fall into my throat like a lump, I don’t give a fuck about a killed pon, as long as I have thoughts, I’ll fuck you over and over again.

Without a machine gun in my hands on a solo microphone,

My word is not imposed on you, but it is the basis.

Four letters are sewn into my hearts, underground rhymes will remain in me forever. I write my lines, for the creatures the grinding of metal, life has trained the bastards with clenched teeth into a grin.

Everything is on the sheets that I was looking for, igniting the fire inside, all your lies are visible, all your truth is rotten.

God give me good thoughts, forgive me, but here I am spitting into the microphone at the faces of all these little people and at their pseudo law.

I carry mine past carefully, I walk beautifully among the concrete masses.

I don’t give a fuck about cars and pants, I’m a hundred times richer, I’m grateful for everything here and haven’t gone back, everything is as it is and should be