Anti CSD [English translation]

You look for a woman or you look for a smoke/joint?

Yeah, a good one, qualitative, to makes us ashes/trippin'

To float through the streets like the crazy Vanea,

Who smokes everything that burns ... except tobacco.

I am an antialchemist, i turn gold into lead.

I melt it and then I drink it up, till the bottom,

That it's bitter taste, to turn me into a cannon gun,

To be able to blast out into the aer, everything that's

staying in my path/way.

You hear, listen here to what I say:

The plague from the soul is not washed away with soap!

So it was always, so it is now:

The asshole is asshole, A dictator is a dictator!

"Eat some more, "buddy" ,so... you'll like to shut up

To warm your soul, so that you'll want to uncover it

To put it next to you, him to ask you

"how are you",

To "talk" with/to him, with your mouth closed, and then to reconciliate with him (the soul)!!!

You "whore"1, you're threatening me!? "You want, to get fucked!?

I've created you, "yo", Carla's Dreams of Bucharest

You're existing now only because I gave you

concrete ideas ...

That you've sold out over the Pruth!!

If I had not passed over the Pruth, old boy

You would have died of hunger, like a dog.

So, you do not provoke me and I will not attack you!!

I don't have to please your taste!!!!!! ...

Better, like a dog, than selling myself as you do!

You and everything you do disappears, I'm staying

in the (people) hearts !

Come on, don't lie yourself anymore, you just

know'it yourself too well:

The memory of the multitude, doesn't stay up!

The time are to tell'it, but I bet that in a few years

You will be a lowlife with No-name, no money ...

And you're gonna' come to me, for help, "brotha'"

And then we'll see "how much, whose and who"!!!!!

Chill, chill, chill, calm ...

Words that clearly aren't in our character,

But only this way way we preserve the tradition,

through tangled up genes

We correct our compass, to go on.

Cousin or brother, justice or reality,

Democracy, presented by too many, with all

kinds of things

We argue because we like it.

Seven glasses of wine, health, freedom and peace!!

Chill, chill, chill, calm ...

Words that clearly don't stay in our character,

But only this way way we preserve the tradition,

through tangled up genes

We correct our compass, to go on.

Cousin or brother, justice or reality,

Democracy, presented by too many, with all

kinds of things

We argue because we like it.

Seven glasses of wine, health, freedom and peace!!

1. "blyad'" comes from Russian meaning "whore"