Концерти [Kontserty] [English translation]

There are so many of you, the number growing on and on

That's why I'm still worrying, how to pay for my home

How not to love, well tell me, how not to love you

You know by memory everything, what I would like to say to you

And maybe every time what kind comparison to find

I've already said it first, so it will be first and last time

I saw all the movies, today I'm free certainly

I could've loose mobile and walk aimlessly

Truthfully zebra all white, black only the stripes

Hey, turn my wings, something else I will emphasize

My life pulse- your vocal attack

Someone shut down that radio station, shut the f--k...

Chorus:

Concerts and relocation to desserts

Touring, its so colourful

Frankly, I;ll confess to you frankly

Not cool, we are not so cool

Contracts, still worse nothing

Percentages, what's there for devil sake percentages?

And for us, for us only to get into beat

This is facts, and where is your arguments?

It happens like this, as if you know, but really you know nothing

Glory its patrio o muerte, and not your victory

I'm leasing out insomnia not far from the center

Asking upfront for two months happiness rent

What kind of comparison to find, when its so simple and at once

Phrase lying on the phrase and again phrase on phrase

Truthfully zebra all white, black only the stripes

Don't tear my sails, something else I will emphasize

My life pulse- hip-hop does not stop

I'll buy a ticket one way straight to the top

Chorus:

Concerts and relocation to desserts

Touring, its so colourful

Frankly, I;ll confess to you frankly

Not cool, we are not so cool

Contracts, still worse nothing

Percentages, what's there for devil sake percentages?

And for us, for us only to get into beat

This is facts, and where is your arguments?

Circling! without a rest circling!

I'm melting, quietly flow in to the sneakers...

Give me back, everything that you took, give me back!

On express I'll leave to Kreshchatyk...

I'll leave...

Fit in the gold one- and on express...

L-e-a-v-e...

L-e-a-v-e...

L-e-e-e-e-e-ve...

L-e-e-e-e-e-ve...

L-e-e-e-e-e-ve... le...leave

Where are my dividends?...

Papers. Where are my dividends?...

For ringtones, for concerts...

For all the shit...

For two albums...

Where are my dividends?...

He gives me money when I’m in need

He’s a friend, friend indeed

I got produсer way over town

He’s good to me, oh yeah

• Artist:Boombox
• Album:III (2008)