Ракета [Raketa] [English translation]

Remember the time when it was easier for us to dream about it all?

We knew which one of us two would be first to learn to go take off.

But time has stopped, the hands of your watch stopped moving,

and in your eyes there's a reflection of my rocket's trails.

Barely made it to the orbit and Shazam is in the "search" mode.

20 years in the game, I'm a veteran of the ballistic forces.

I used to upload my tracks online.

[Even] without social networks I rose up like a rocket.

The whole movement was started in 1999,

and to this day the black label is delivering hot stuff.

Not trying to brag about all this game to the newcomers,

to you I'm not Timan - it's Timur Eldarovich!

The [smoke] stripe left by the rocket cuts through the sky.

I rise up all the way to Olympus.

No matter what they would say, just follow one after another.

I will help my guys rise to the top.

You're a bad-ass freshman, just released an album.

You're all hyped up, just like the last time - great!

But for me it's Groundhog day,

yes, we will meet with you in a year at the box office!

A regular guy from [the region] Kuban is on the beat -

the first small rocket, I represent the flow around here.

Like Real Madrid and Zidane. "HALA MADRID!"

Now it will be subtle, google this :

23rd at [the age of] 13, grad student of international law.

Anyway, I wanted to say:

This is Blackstar, don't mention it in vain.

All the way to the top right from the start, "JUST DO IT".

It's big money, grown up kids.

After all, we're just playing a game.

These models are like Chanel, these bitches are like Gucci.

But my girl is strict, only wants Louis-Louis [Vuitton].

Yeah, we're blowing up on iTunes.

Hell yeah, we're blowing up!

We just released the clip yesterday -

today the clip has a million views.

We're rising, we're rising, we are on the top, on the top.

We're in the front row.

Appreciate, how the guy from the South lays it down

on the fattest beats.

Like a rocket I rose up into the sky.

I quickly gain altitude.

I cross the pole, I slice through the vacuum

And my every new success will spread all over the country.

After all, I want to leave a mark

before I would blow up.

It doesn't matter who, where from, your age.

We know one thing ... HEY! HEY!

there are too many of us.

No one can stop us anymore...HEY! HEY!

We raise up our glasses.

Together we celebrate life... HEY! HEY!

We take off on a rocket,

so you better hold on tight... HEY! HEY!

This rocket is in flight blowing away everything in its path

To those who did not believe in me:

Let me ask all of you to leave.

Concerts, studios, tours, albums.

A planned out timetable.

Your boyfriend follows me online -

he's hooked on my traffic there.

Tears flow, but the East is a delicate thing.

I'm a cold-blooded girl, but with eyes of a child.

And my whole life flies like a movie.

Number 13, do you remember? A bad-ass girl.

As far as I remember myself.

On take-off on my way to the top.

I always kept a dream alive inside of me.

And a belief in my own success.

This is the life, this is what take-off looks like.

Time won't wait, you know...

Come on, let's rise even higher.

Continuing the flight, like the VOSTOK rocket.

To make a mark in history.

You were trying to brag about your show business.

We're making a new, high-quality product.

Greetings to Day Blink, Bem Bollou is on the line.

My number is 58, we don't know each other, but you know who we are.

Caliber 13, we're back in the cage.

My verses are like bullets, our convoy - the insignia of our rank.

Our cars - [Rolls Royce] Phantoms.

Nesaner offers work at the food court.

After all, I'm the best at counting millions.1

Black hoods, we break the cliche patterns.

Federal TV channels, I curse when I'm on them.

That's what they taught me yesterday in the new school.

Dad didn't give me any money to spend on music.

His only gift was that he raised me.

I have taken care of myself since I was seventeen.

He gave me respect for my effort.

It's easy for the bastards to think that my success was bought.

But, oh well, I'm about to upset you, I'm just screwing around.

How else should it be? It can't!

Money [going] into my account - How else should it be?

Concerts, albums, awards - I'm number one.

B[lack] S[tar] is my foundation, but I just got started.

My rocket of good fortune took off flying up

And I believe in it.

Timati, Kreed, Walter, Pashu.

A New Empire ...

Like a rocket I rose up into the sky.

I quickly gain altitude.

I cross the pole, I slice through the vacuum

And my every new success will spread all over the country.

After all, I want to leave a mark

before I would blow up.

It doesn't matter who, where from, your age.

We know one thing ... HEY! HEY!

there are too many of us.

No one can stop us anymore...HEY! HEY!

We raise up our glasses.

Together we celebrate life... HEY! HEY!

We take off on a rocket,

so you better hold on tight... HEY! HEY!

I only trust the numbers now, yeah.

The truth lies in wine, I prefer Crystal, yeah,

I caught a star and told everyone "HASTA LA VISTA", yeah

What can I tell you? The life of an artist is hard, yeah!

Yes, my music is simply - WOW!

The shows are simply - WOW!.

The mood is just - WOW!

I don't feel nostalgia for how I've lived before.

A new chapter, new thoughts.

Just a new show business.

By the way, I've made myself rich quite quickly.

Now I'll get paid for the tracks.

Weekdays are getting harder, eyelids are getting heavier.

Round and round again, [like] hands of the clock.

Concerts, tours, sound checks, checks.

I've made myself rich.

Now I'll get paid for the tracks.

Weekdays are getting harder, eyelids are getting heavier.

Round and round again, [like] hands of the clock.

By the way, all you good-for-nothings:

All your tracks are just SO-SO ...

All your chicks are just SO-SO

My whole clique is going up.

Your whole clique is in SLOW-MO.

We're getting this shit.

You are getting money? COME ON!

If you're still alive,

Here, the last bullet is for you

Terry ...

I'm that maniac, bitch

From the dirtiest streets, bitch.

No matter where Scrooge may be.

Over there's my shack.

I've really gone crazy.

I've had enough of it all.

But not just a shot in the dark.

I did what I dedicated myself to.

This is my destiny.

God has written me off too soon.

Nobody believed that I would make the jump.

They don't know how difficult it is

to climb over other's heads each day.

Not even a year has passed, bitch.

It's like a teleport, bitch, take-off.

I'm still angry, bitch, don't you make even a sound.

Space ship, B[lack] S[tar] - crew.

Crazy crowds and topping the sales.

A golden mess, a golden move.

This is in my every breath, while you're still sleep.

Tomorrow you'll read about it all in the fucking media.

Black rocket took off, max speed.

Like a rocket I rose up into the sky.

I quickly gain altitude.

I cross the pole, I slice through the vacuum

And my every new success will spread all over the country.

After all, I want to leave a mark

before I would blow up.

It doesn't matter who, where from, your age.

We know one thing ... HEY! HEY!

there are too many of us.

No one can stop us anymore...HEY! HEY!

We raise up our glasses.

Together we celebrate life... HEY! HEY!

We take off on a rocket,

so you better hold on tight... HEY! HEY!

1. "limony"= lemons, slang for millions