ЮМОРИСТ [Yumorist] [English translation]

I'm, ha-ha! Hey!

I'm a humorist! On my wrist.

We can't survive without the laughter just like without the Russian profanities,

my father is KGB agent and my mother is with SMG,

and my children are soldiers of death squads,

and my brothers are guardians of our dark hoods.

I ain't got sense of humor - otherwise I'd been laughing

about the life situation I've gotten myself into.

No rope? Then let necktie do the job.

If only I could die sooner - after all, I live in vain.

Macaulay Culkin and Galkin -

my New year is - again - filthy!

What will Santa bring me?

Where are the presents? Maybe, a wife?

If it's Russian Father frost

then he'll bring me the war.

Jokers and humorists

destroyed our country.

What, something's funny, bitch? You heard something?

What, do I look like a clown? You better stand up and go.

Over here teachers sometimes push hashish,

and you complain about your ex.

Gold on my wrist, I'm a humorist.

Crack a wrong joke - and you end up in blacklist.

Officials ain't got love, although I think I'm in clear.

The skies for the planes and censorship for the artist.

Gold on my wrist, I'm a humorist.

Crack a wrong joke - and you end up in blacklist.

Officials ain't got love, although I think I'm in clear.

The skies for the planes and censorship for the artist.

Criminals ain't riding G-class - they ride G-class with emergency lights,

With hood talk of GULAG and air of dump,

we're forced to save up for piece of granite,

we collect crumbs while drinking expired Pulpy.

I'm tired, watches show almost 7pm.

I'm crackin' open cold one with the boys - it's a secret supper,

I'm racing with the cops, this all won't go on forever,

for this you get stabbed in kidney - life is fleeting.

Gold on my wrist, I'm a humorist.

Crack a wrong joke - and you end up in blacklist.

Officials ain't got love, although I think I'm in clear.

The skies for the planes and censorship for the artist.

Gold on my wrist, I'm a humorist.

Crack a wrong joke - and you end up in blacklist.

Officials ain't got love, although I think I'm in clear.

The skies for the planes and censorship for the artist.

It's payday, fellas.

I said, it's fucking payday, mothafuck -

• Artist:FACE