from an album, «The Last Tenants» (2021) 
[Battle Kings Records]. 


Lyrics translation: 


Hook: 
That bitch is on a roll, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
While no one is home - she ain’t home, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
She’s killing it, no, putting it into a coma, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
The floor is flooded with her sweat, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 


Verse 1: 
What did they put into your sprite, a bowl of vodka?
C’mon, keep moving that pelvis, till you can’t go on no more. 
Envious mothafuckas be stinking up the vibe, damn faggots. 
Keep moving it like that, it only gonna get hotter. 
It ain’t a threat, when I say it gonna be “ground meat”. 
You’re the one seeking vintage boutiques at the porta potties. 
You wanna get wasted? Well, so be it. 
Keep spinning that bottom, looking like a spinning top. 
La la la, as if it’s “La La Land”. 
You’re firing it up, like it’s Disneyland. 
Somewhere deep, like deep in space, 
Gravity here? No there ain’t. 
I’d take you on a ride in my cabriolet if I could, 
Would have gladly shoved my revolver into your holster, 
Only one question remains, if the driver is here, why is there no cabriolet? 


Hook: 
That bitch is on a roll, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
While no one is home - she ain’t home, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
She’s killing it, no, putting it into a coma, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
The floor is flooded with her sweat, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 


Verse 2: 
Smoke rises from under your heel, 
Prepare your tin, cuz I came with my chisel. 
You’re a fine mare for this stallion, the rest of em are like ponies. 
You know such tricks, that even porn got nothing on you. 
Fuck them flat-chested, cuz they’re flat like boards, and I’m no carpenter.  
I’m no stoker, but I’ll throw my wood into your furnace. 
It’s midnight on my watch, oh, that’s right, 
Some like it gently, but you like it rougher. 
You like it bitingly, right on dat ass cheek, 
With my palm, leaving a handprint on that ass cheek. 
I’m not hardcore, somewhat modest even, 
You shakin dat ass for me, making me happy. 
I’m no Moses, but I brought my staff, 
My Smaug is ready to attack again. 
I’ll be diving my submarine into your depths, 
I love it how wet you are, and how you gurgle gurgle gurgle. 


Hook: 
That bitch is on a roll, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
While no one is home - she ain’t home, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
She’s killing it, no, putting it into a coma, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
The floor is flooded with her sweat, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 


Verse 3: 
You be wearing that thong, it causes an itch between your buns, 
I’d love to scratch your booty all night long. 
But she be shakin dat ass all night  long, 
As if luring me in, and telling me to follow her, 
I see them circling around you, like freakin’ airplanes, 
Fully loaded, like them machine guns. 
You’re a club regular, sure. But this ain’t ice skating membership. 
There will always be someone around here, who’ll sneak his cock up your ass. 
I caught a glimpse of them throwing pills into your cocktail, 
Even the barmen are in on it too, keeping their mouths shut. 
Some pervy rich old man be dragging you through the back door, 
And from there - onto the parking lot, starting the engine. 
Fun is over, what a shame. 
They got you drunk and got you drugged, now you’re peddling among them, 
They’ll pass you around like a peace pipe couple times, and throw you out somewhere out of town, 
But you keep on shakin dat ass, since you don’t give a fuck about the warning signs I’m showing you here. 


Hook: 
That bitch is on a roll, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
While no one is home - she ain’t home, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
She’s killing it, no, putting it into a coma, shakin dat ass on a dance floor. 
The floor is flooded with her sweat, shakin dat ass on a dance floor.

SHAKIN’ DAT [2021]

SALTY [2022]

LIKE NEGAN [2022]

From the final album, called “LASTLY…” (2022)

DEADER THAN LENIN (KlimOFF diss) [2022]

APOCALYPSE (feat. Amro) [2022]

RANDOM FREESTYLE [2018]

CARNIVAL

STONEDEAD CITY (feat. Motiv & Amro)

From an album “DARKSIDE MIXTAPE” (2020)

BENCHWARMER

GRIEF TEAR (feat. Lysyi)

STENCH

BAD LUCK

MIRAGES (feat. Max Folga)

GRAVEYARD

From an album “THE LAST TENANTS” (2021)

MENTALLY UNSTABLE

DULL

ROUND (Sirius diss)

POINTLESS

TILL THE END

I/AS (remix)

NIGHTTIME

From an album “THE WIRE” (2016). 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1 (from russian): 
That bosom friend of yours - isn’t just a friend for long. 
In your presence even a square becomes a circle. 
You chop the corners off with a swift motion, 
So untamed, so fine, as if at leisure. 
What have you found in him? It’s like you got fixated. 
Your solar cycle at night - finishes in the morning. 
I'm boring, I'm boring you, you're bored with me. 
The moment seems to have been lost, and a day has already passed. 
The triggers have already been pulled, and this narrow bridge is broken, 
Between you and I the language is almost not russian at this point. 
“One missed call”, phone getting restarted. 
The rule is broken, and you getting access without a pass. 
An impassable forest, it’s thicker than these events, 
I’m not a shepherd, but I’m stalking you like a slick bulldozer. 
You’re like a prisoner behind a hundred locks, I’ll unlock them now. 
I drove away the blizzard, I hugged you, and I won’t let go. 


Chorus (from russsian): 
My hostage, my white haired witch, 
Under my gun, halt, don’t move! 
Tili-tili dough, maybe not together. 
I once lost that white haired witch. 


Verse 2 (from Ukrainian): 
But those like him, there’s plenty of, all over the place. 
He’ll smile to you know, and make you cry next. 
Such a real friend, crawled into your soul. 
You’re too trusting, it’s your fatalism. 
Littered with suitcases, he’s not with you for too long. 
The road is calling him, he disappears tactlessly. 
As if dictated under hypnosis, will leave you motionless, 
Declaring war upon and challenging the whole world. 
You’re consumed by resentment, you don’t feel tired. 
You don’t even notice how you’ll pass the fuck out. 
You’re just an adventure for him, changing like weather. 
He leaves you when he gets tired of you, cuz you can’t say “enough is enough”. 
You still waiting on him, but days are passing by now. 
While you were looking at him, you were in the eyes of someone else. 
One abandons you soon, while the other won’t say a word. 
He waited, but to no avail, so he decided: “fuck it”. 


Chorus 2 (from Ukrainian): 
Under my gun, white haired witch held hostage, 
You better listen to me, halt, and don’t move. 
Once I missed that chance, it’s almost awkward. 
The residue remained and cannot be removed. 


Verse 3: 
There’s always that girl you could never get. 
No matter how hard you try - cannot forget. 
When she’s somewhere close, but we know she ain’t. 
Whatever you do - she just won’t leave your head. 
Everything you do is really making her mad, 
“Sin City” Blondie just doesn’t want to be saved. 
 You swear upon everything, she just couldn’t wait. 
She be thinking you a joke - you’re already too late. 
She walks past her choices, till you’re last one left. 
Lookin out for the future, getting rid of the past. 
You wanna be the present, but she won’t accept. 
Humiliate yourself, till she stomps on your neck. 
Bloody hell, she has the looks, what about respect? 
Drool like a dog, getting smack smack smack,  
What the fuck, or should I say: “heck”? System crack, 
Spell cannot break beyond “no system repair”. 


Chorus 3: 
Hold, baby, still, cuz I’m like a sniper. 
You’re the riddle I could never ever decipher. 
He will rip your skirt right off, like Roddy Piper, 
And will leave you during night, or the morning after. 


Chorus 4 (mixed): 
My hostage, white haired witch 
Under my gun, cuz I’m like a sniper. 
You’re the riddle I could never ever decipher. 
The residue remained and cannot be removed.

WHITE HAIRED WITCH

Released as single in 2017. 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1 (Max Folga): 
Let’s end them the way the ended us. 
Ever since you left here - everyday is an exam. 
I chose that path myself, preferring action over words. 
While you remained back in your heavens, losing so much weight. 
Chilling at parties all the time won’t get you giving birth. 
And while you be crying near a window often, I be calling it whoreness. 
I remember how I used to myself be stuck in those muddy waters, 
While everyone around - called me fucked up for that.  
And I continued to stick to my shit, cornered, 
Like in a corner, on my bare knees, on salt, 
You be calling this love, all I call can you now is “I’m sorry”. 
Just as I promised, my dear. 
I spat blood, while clenching my teeth, 
I’ve been told that I’m rude, but it’s all because of my fucking swearing. 
I didn’t believe them, but I believed you, while spinning them all on my cock, 
I was even ready to start a family with you, to have a son and a daughter, without trust 
Happiness can’t be built, we ain’t a beautiful couple no more. 
And only time, it’s clock face, can heal these wounds .
Plans for the future I have stopped constructing. 
It’s all your fault, Anna, it’s your fault. 
How strange, these bars are flying from the soul and crumble like paper. 
But time can’t be rolled back. Well, it’s for the better. 
Time can’t be rolled back. Can’t be Rolled back. 


Chorus (Marina): 
It was once, and it had passed. 
Don’t reminisce. 
Just remember our summer, and remember our paradise. 
The years have passed, the scars remained, 
But we do believe that our breakup is just fate testing us. 
Don’t reminisce. Don’t reminisce. 


Verse 2 (KlimOFF): 
You were chasing cash, exchanging happiness for money. 
You were seeking a rich boy, well behold, I’m just a provincial nobody. 
It’s all been flashing in my memories, what you’ve told me back then, 
Your words were like my bouquet of flowers for you, that you tossed in a trash. 
So fucking cunning, no one is your equal in that regard. 
Like piece of glass cutting my soul wide open, leaving torn wounds. 
So your new suitor is that Honda-driving Belarus, with green-filled pockets. 
Wearing damn Versace suits and Armani shoes. 
While I’m just a dumb blockhead, messing around with poems. 
You don’t like to go hangout in places where I’m at. 
Your true nature is punchy, leaves cracks, but mostly from cracking up. 
Stupidest russia supporter, haven’t seen much of life yet. 
You just be randomly messing around, playing on people’s nerves like they musical instruments. 
In regards of heart, you robbing and taking everything. 
A moment always comes when enough is enough, like annoying drum-beating neighbour. 
Patience have finally snapped, bursting into flames like propane. 
The polar opposites are noticeably misplaced. 
Like being hunted down by pitbulls, odds aren’t exactly even. 
A very peculiar gendarme, that’s actually a disguised bloodthirsty piranha. 
A formidable bloodsucker, who can even compare?! 
You luring those poor victims, turning them into helpless rams. 
I guess I ain’t the first one who had to learn the lesson the hard way. 
It’s like I done fucked up while on duty, and now as punishment, 
I’m forced to scrub you off my memory, like scrubbing shit off a toilet with a brush.

DON’T REMINISCE (feat. Max Folga & Marina)

From an album “69” (2019). 


Lyrics translation:


Verse 1: 
She barely sleeps at night, with her tired eyes 
Barely anyone appreciates, and no one notices.
While her depression absorbs her whole, from morning till evening, 
She and her loneliness are now on good terms, she even forgot how to be bored. 
She hasn’t cried in years, the third one is ongoing, and it ain’t for nothing 
She got stronger and more disciplined, she can now distinguish, 
Where the “fake” ends, she won’t even let it start, 
She won’t even invite someone over for some tea, cuz each new man is worse than an executioner. 
They be pouring salt on her wound, and she’ll snap, 
She’s raising a daughter on her own and that’s respect-worthy. 
It’s like the whole world on her fragile shoulders, while she ain’t Atlas. 
Hey, fate, why did you do her like that? Answer me! 
When trouble shows up uninvited, and be causing pain, 
She’ll just quietly swallow the pill, and start winning. 
And let there always be money shortage, and needs will boil over, 
She’s her own boss, unfazed soul. 


Chorus: 
She’s not broken, she’s just tired.
She doesn’t trust words, she’s seen plenty in life already. 
Hey, victory girl, where you goin? Hold up. 
But she be searching for sun, while hiding under the moon. 
Into better tomorrow, where dreams come true, 
When you and your daughter will be dreaming in full-colour HD. 
Where one can finally admire the golden autumn, 
Not thinking of the bad things, and enjoying the living. 


Verse 2: 
Then it’s work, and then - work at home on Saturdays. 
She always wanted everything to be different though. 
Life isn’t one bit enjoyable, even sleep is like demo version of coma. 
Even teeth can’t be set on the edge, cuz the road has attained a steep slope. 
Again and again, seeking someone who won’t touch her, 
With whom she can start it all from the scratch. 
Someone who’ll grant her cover during any weather, 
Any hardship, who’ll help erasing signs of grief and sorrows from the soul. 
She’s strong-spirited, but deep inside - fragile like porcelain. 
Wants someone to hug her and tell her it’s all gonna be alright. 
Who’d never abuse her and never abandon her like her ex did, 
Who’s always going to be near, no matter what. 
Keeps burying herself deep within, falling asleep over the laptop, 
Doesn’t believe in fairytales no more, daily routine is the only agenda now. 
She’ll definitely be happy one day, oh it’s gonna happen.
She deserves happiness and all the preludes that come with it.

VICTORY GIRL

Unfinished demo from 2019. 


Lyrics translation: 


Disappeared without a trace, deleted all her social media 
She probably just confused, but I forgave you, meaning it’s all good. 
Half a year I didn’t hear from you, and no more bitching and whining. 
I was busy getting wasted daily, it’s always more fun with booze. 
I felt like I was harassed with you pressing my pity button. 
Angry grudges were mixed into a thick goo, you stirred it as if by the way. 
Didn’t your grandma tell you “maybe he’s the one”?! 
Yeah, well you always sweetened shit up, I call it word play. 
I kept stepping on the same damn rake, maybe even more than once. 
I’ve been flying between cities like crazy, but I guess it don’t matter anymore. 
Only time will make it right, and show the right way, 
Filling those gaps, but not reimbursing the damage caused. 


Chorus: 
Even stick shoots once a year, 
Wounding like a fucking glock, 
Seems like I was seeking a target too, 
Even if it’s just between you and I, 
Those work-related injuries left countless scars,  
But, bitch, sooner or later karma will catch up to us both.

LYRICAL (demo verse)

From an album “69” (2019). 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1: 
Yet another dive, and you drown in smoke, 
I’m trying to hold your hand, as if throwing you a Lifebuoy, 
But the more commotion you make, the deeper the fear drags you under, 
All these attempts are a waste, you’re getting sucked down to the bottom. 
Why does this feel so terrible? As if I’m just a friend who turned out to be no good at all, 
I’m forced to carry this burden in my heart, makes me want to take a deep breath. 
And then to exhale, get involved and brighten up your day, 
But instead it’s like lump in the throat, everything around dies down. 
A dumb pun, a jumble of jokes, almost too much, 
You be throwing around, like autumn throwing golden leaves on my path, 
My mood is unstable, I wander around like a sleepy bear in delirium. 
You disappeared into nothingness, can’t be brought back. 
Your laughter is like an adrenaline injection to a heart that stopped, 
But irony is like pain,as in paint of depressing paintings, 
You’re playing life, wasting it like gas in a gas tank, 
But the road stretches out much farther, leaving tire tracks behind. 


Chorus: 
You got a whole battalion of friends, 
That bring you million of roses.
But they’re just pretend-natives in your life,  
In reality - just empty shells. 
You’re making another step, 
But ice begins to crack, 
It’s almost like getting mugged, 
A farewell chord. 


Verse 2: 
Marijuana is number one, but soon to be number two, 
When you don’t get a kick out of it, you seek drugs, 
Next thing you know, you’ll be playing with needles, 
Oh, I’ll be understanding, but I won’t accept you back. 
You’re being valued no more than a doll, they be lying, cuz you’re so trusting. 
You’re naively happy to see them all, but you don’t get the whole picture. 
You being directed, but it ain’t even a movie, towards a knife with your chest. 
That soul is wide open, but all they want is to shove it in. 
If I were to dig deeper, maybe look into the heart, 
It causes nothing but couple shots of vodka and a bullet to the skull. 
But exiting through a window is only a fool’s lot. 
It ain’t the way to go, when they bet you can’t unchain yourself. 
You’re already so deteriorated, what can even be done now? 
It is what it is, you’ll be gone one day, but no one will remember this candle once it burns out. 
And then what? It’s the throne of the almighty, 
It’s an appointment you can’t miss, but this judge can’t be cajoled with a flattering word.

DETERIORATED

From an album “KLAN KORLEONE” (2019). 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1 (Motiv): 
Just forget me, erase me from your memory
I won't say anything, decided: "so be it."
Yes, I behaved really poorly, like a little bitch.
But understand me, I was starting to love you.
I hate this feeling so much, it's so heavy.
For many, it's just a word, but not for me.
Yes, you were perfect, you were beautiful.
You understood everything, and I couldn't find the words.
The morning sun will illuminate your locks,
You, waking up, light up this dull world,
And we are prisoners of this city,
When the whole world is stained, it's so hard to stay human.
You see, everything is different now, it's probably easier.
There, everything is fine for you, and I haven't changed.
But it still feels the same, we still never ask,
We still try to understand where the smoke goes.
We understood that the ending was inevitable sooner or later,
And what goes around comes around, it was a long time ago, enlighten me.
I promise you'll forget me, because love is not eternal.
For everything that was between us, please forgive me


Chorus (Lara Lay): 
Hey, angel, sorry for the mess. 
I’ve been causing trouble, 
Giving you lifetime of stress. 
Popping like a patience bubble. 


Verse 2 (KlimOFF):
Forgive me, baby, for I’ve sinned. If anything, I could have said, 
In my excuse - I will be good. Eventually, just have to wait. 
Can’t rid of my insanity, unintentional, don’t tolerate. 
Line’s parallel, I go insane, it keeps me in it’s slavery. 

My destination is reachable, forgiveness is what I’m seeking. 
Reaching for you, feeling heat. Want you to be in my keeping. 
Make you mad again? Apology. Have never been retreating. 
I’m writing my own fairytale, like “Jungle Book” by Kipling. 
Social network, fake accounts. Shame on me for being ignorant. 
My mistakes are just countless. It’s hard to be indifferent.  
You board train, I’m left alone. Eyelids drop like blinds on windows. 
I just want to see you more. Heart is ripping in the middle. 
Yet another week without you, and I will be going crazy. 
I’ll be counting days like algebra. Always F in mathematics. 
Upon you always gazing, through the hazes. Gorgeous face. I’m the runner through the maze. 
To you, baby. You’re amazing. 
It’s your show, and I’m your guest. Gladly always by your side. 
For your sake I take to rest. Always there, like running tide. 
You and I is not the case, when “easy come and easy go”, 
Something I cannot erase, stream is life, and you’re my flow. 



Verse 3 (Amro): 
In the place where there's minimal lighting, with sleepy eyes,
I write you a letter, and it feels like my exam.
Among endless buildings, I'm so often occupied,
But know that without you by my side, I’m freezing.
I love you more firmly than you love coffee,
You love it when I'm not pissed off, but at the same time, you love to annoy me. 
To be the way you want me to be, I'm not a pro at that.
So, my dear, love me as I am.
Let's forget about the arguments, even if just for a minute,
Let's imagine what we wanted to fulfill long ago.
Maybe now it's not as difficult for us anymore,
But our imaginary world won't stop sparkling.
I remember your happy laughter,
And silently, I draw this sad poem on the pages.
You, again, greet the sunrise without me, 
Forgive me for not being there for so long. ng, my dear.

SORRY (feat. Motiv, Amro & Lara Lay)

From an album “69” (2019). 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1: 
Woke up in cold sweat, groping empty bedsheets next to me. 
It’s your voice again, puncturing me to my bone marrow. 
I’m fully consumed by the space weightlessness. 
Midnight struck me in my dream, like sleep paralysis. 
Your hair fluttering in the wind like it’s made of silk, 
I’m taking a deep breath, remembering your moan. 
I rarely memorise them, but this past dream of mine 
Is like reality, and I don’t want to wake up from it. 
To wander around the night city with a bottle of Mozart’s wine, 
Partying through the night, all summer long, 
We be hitting movie theatre at night session, but it ain’t exactly for the movie itself. 
While sitting on the back row, we make it look like we munching on popcorn, 
I hear you exhale loudly, as I put my hand on your thigh. 
Off your lips that’s sweeter than the winter season Moser Roth candy. 
We won’t even notice how we be crossing the neighbourhoods in a taxi, 
While half seated in a back seat, I’m sneaking between your lips. 


Chorus:
I want you near, 
I’m pulled towards you like a magnet, 
I’m drinking you like poison, 
Cuz you’re sweet like cyanide, 
I’m almost greedy for this poison, 
Take me and poison me. 
It’s like a mini-orgasm, 
Euphoria from inside out. 


Verse 2: 
Is it a tower, or is it a cottage? We’re on top floor, 
In a soapy bath tub, half drunk from the orchid candles, 
I’m hugging you, squeezing your silhouette, like bleak light, 
I’m pressing your wrists against bathtub walls, like cuffs on your wrists, 
It’s like martini off your lips, I’m getting even drunker with it, 
It’s our hut turned heaven, blood vessels stand out strongly. 
I’m in you like in confined space, like a prisoner in a San Marino prison, 
It all began here in the water, but it’s to be continued. 
Greeting the morning with you, it’s a brothers Grimm fairy tale, 
I’m infatuated with your sights, even aspirin won’t help. 
From any heights, be it Krakatoa, or the depths of any underground chambers, 
I’ll be the gypsy to kidnap you and take you to a faraway island. 
We feed each other sushi, which soon turns intimate again, 
Sorting through your curls with my fingers, I love your unique giggle, 
I’ll make you some coffee before the sunrise is even here, 
Lay down next to you and hug you, and the world can wait.

CYANIDE

From an album “THE WHIP” (2020). 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1:
Been walking through life aimlessly, long forgotten my own home,
Was almost doomed, like the city of Babylon,
I was like Lot, back to Sodom and Gomorrah, 
My attic was infested with madness, as ancient as the Pantheon. 
I lacked strong will, endured too much pain,
I gimped around like on a broken leg, felt like being bare-assed in Antarctica.
I almost fell into the cellar, smashing my face against concrete,
Cuz had to go from work back to work, for a dollar with barely any value. 
This shipyard movement took a serious toll on me back then, 
But I just won't get tired of watching drunk sailors tripping, 
Who even needs a psychologist, I ain’t looking for assistance,
I don't seek easy ways out, like Samson seeking - a column.
I be maintaining my tone, drenched in sweat,
Not for health reason, nor for sport, but with a barbell all year round, 
I’m doing shit automated, like a robot, passing exams only for myself. 
What's the point of your teamwork? I'm forever a gringo.

CHORUS
The weather ain’t good for the flight, the runway is not good for taking off,
The wind blows fiercely, whipping like with a BDSM whip,
No need for an airplane at this point, I'm my own pilot,
I'm my own king in fact, my Camelot is everywhere I go. 

Verse 2: 
These bars, like a whip, could be both gentle and harsh,
Let's get down to business, time for talk is over. 
Baby, you're lit, I'm attracted to you like moth to light, 
The air freezes in my lungs, but smoking has nothing to do with it.
Between us, everything is legit, like tied with a steel cord,
I need you urgently, I’m cocked like a trigger.
I was trying to control myself as best I could, but without you I got withdrawals. 
I'll probably give everything up and catch a plane to where you at. 
I’ve become a scavenger without a home, not an intruder, just visiting,
You catch my attention, like a magpie going after the shiny. 
I could care less what the parasites say about us, 
Cuz you know, I keep my word, you can call me Kotovsky.
I'm damn passionate, like Mozart - with his music,
I tear off your stockings, it’s a necessary trouble.
I could be rough, as you ask, and gentle like a meek youth,
But like Indiana Jones' whip, I'll lash out with this BDSM whip.

THE WHIP

From an album “THE WHIP” (2020). 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1:
With you - everyday is like Valentine’s Day. 
I was never this happy before in my life. 
What we have is timeless like an oil painting, 
This feeling protects me from bullets like a steel plate in body armour. 
We ain’t trivial, like everyone else, we ain’t an old record. 
Us don’t lose relevance overtime, like properties of plastic. 
This adds vigor, like barista and his coffee, 
Something sweeter than the aftertaste of barberry tincture. 
With you I feel like flying, like a bird in the sky, 
Or getting some privacy, and sit close to you. 
I’ll handcuff you, like c cop. 
I’ll immobilise you with love, by hugging you tighter. 
Let the place burn down, like after a dose of cyanide, 
I’m drawn to you, like an addict seeking a dealer. 
Yeah, sure, I’m vulgar and my libido is out of control, 
But I’m eunuch for everyone else, while with you I’m wild. 


Chorus: 
I’m open before you, like pages of a book, 
If you read between the lines, you’ll find your name. 
You left such an indelible mark on me, 
And it’s your smile I found my solace in. 


Verse 2: 
Everyone be gossiping behind our back, but it don’t matter. 
They say us in impossible, but this ain’t a movie. 
We wrote together on these canvass, it’s all intertwined forever, 
And it’s like Noah’s wine, gets me wasted completely. 
Before you everything was gloomy and dark, like moonless night. 
You fix my tarnished mood like brine. 
My nature ain’t simple, my character is flawed badly. 
But you’re my mental straightener, and I’m your permanent patient. 
Your lips are like rose petals. 
Even a hundred lines ain’t enough to describe their taste. 
I’m banal, old-fashioned, like I’m a hundred years old, 
But I drown in your bottomless eyes, like Jacques-Yves Cousteau. 
When you warm me up, I melt like piece of snow in early spring. 
I’m a forest beast only you can tame. 
I rhyme like a fool, cuz I got no spare rhymes, 
But I got just enough words to say “you’re mine, and I’m yours”.

4 YOU

From an album “THE LAST TENANTS” (2021). 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1: 
I never learned to play the guitar, but the guitar is an old friend of mine, 
But it’s strings are lacking a spark, the sound breaks the sad notes only. 
The bonfire warms me in the field, while the forest from afar waves with its tired and weak hands, 
And in the distance, barely flickering, it pierces like an onion to tears. 
I will be away for a while, yes, but I will return because you are waiting for me,
Months will fly by, and you will fall asleep on my chest again. 
Time flies quickly, but in fact, it's a lie,
I miss you so much and the tenderness you give. 

Chorus:
As long as someone waits at home, these strings will not die,
Hard work is like a leash. It’s a cross, not a hook, and hits straight to the chest,
Somewhere like a heartbeat, my pulse is still active. 
I love, therefore I live, the blues are landing on the strings.

2
I will leave the pier in the morning, but at night, I am a prisoner again,
No matter how much I scream at night, it's an acapella battle,
These lines are written in the nights, under the sounds of ship horns, 
I remember the dream by candlelight, a voice better than lullabies.
The calendar is thinning steadily, the long-awaited reunion is coming soon,
I will definitely hug you, jazz will change the strings of the soul,
With you every moment, it's a high like the first time,
Storms and blizzards are not scary, nothing is an obstacle for us.

STRINGS

Unfinished demo from 2021. 


Lyrics translation: 

Nights get longer, as I miss her more and more. 
I’m a prisoner of “Groundhog Day”, and it’s been like this without change. 
I’m standing around here like a mannequin, misunderstood by all.  
Grey like pack of Kent greys cigarettes, like a hidden stash. 
You’re sweet like caramel, making my mind spin like carousel. 
I’ll start loosing my shit like untamed animal, when you’re not around. 
I don’t need no vice dames, all the world’s queens, 
You can check it yourself, with you I’m a lion king already. 
I’m not seeking perverse divas, not writing meticulous themes, 
Can’t rid myself of problems, but will be relived of em once I get to where you at. 
As shadow creeps down my face, and the daylight is my mortal enemy, 
I got soft, so what? I’m addicted to sentimentality now. 
Been counting weeks, it’s my lot to languish here. 
I’m like dry bread deep in my heart, but with you I’m hella fresh. 
The world is like a damn circus arena, animal trainers everywhere, 
To tame a scoundrel such as myself is your gift from heavens.

LUV TALES 2 (demo verse)

From an album “THE WHIP” (2020). 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1: 
When tasted yo lips they, mythical mocha, 
Impossible to forget, it is never over, 
Can’t hold, but will hold, ptsd bipolar , 
Got all worthless pride, baby, call me Ayatollah, 
Thought I’ve seen it all, green like four-leaf clover. 
Only not as lucky, life blows like a leaf blower,  
It changes season too soon, hard to keep composure, 
Getting rusty at this shit, almost covered in corrosion, 
On my mind 24/7, evenings and mornings, 
Kept myself busy working, when sunny - rain pouring, 
This ain’t the end of story, I’m so fucking worried, 
This ain’t my boiling point, for distance I’m sorry. 
My trust in you is eternal , I’m loyal like a lawyer. 
I rather be deployed, than spending time alone. 
Waiting for your message, staring at my phone, 
Yo my favorite obsession, like gold for a gnome.  


Chorus: 
Baby I miss you, time after time, 
Ironic, I’m sad, when I’m flying. 
My sweetheart, I’m missing you (from rus.)
There is just no one like you. (from Ukr.)
I ain’t leaving, just gonna be away (from rus.)
It’s lonely without you, I’m sad  (from Ukr.)
I will be back, baby I promise, 
I will travel 6 thousand miles. 


Verse 2 (from Ukrainian): 
You appeared in my life unexpectedly, like fire, 
I was fucking around, but you pulled me out of this swamp. 
I’m forever thankful to God that I got you, and I don’t need others, 
Can’t leave me alone, cuz I’m a bastard without you. 
Without you I’m like snow in summer, quickly melting into water. 
I use to not have conscience, but now this water is holy.
I wish to be better for your sake, like a monk.
As you took my discomfort zone away, I’m turning into a carnivore. 
My life is like a stormy ocean, and I’m crossing it like a sailboat without a sail. 
Those waves want to drown me, but I’m fighting back with all my might. 
You’re my lighthouse, I want to live for you only. 
Let the storm not leave me be, and thunder keep on rumbling. 
I ain’t joking, cuz I’m not a standup comedian, I’m fully serious. 
You’re the warmth, that keeps my soul warm in blizzard. 
I’m like a landlord, waiting for you on my porch. 
But not just for a brief visit, but for you to move in for good. 


Verse 3 (from russian): 
Amongst these concrete slabs, in dense slums, 
I’m hanging here like a suffocating fish, lacking oxygen.
On the balcony every evening, poisoning myself with nicotine, 
I mercilessly kill off everything that remains humane in me.
Seeking sleep, but sleep has gone somewhere, well, fuck it then. 
I don't understand what's wrong with me, I’m almost curious.
I expressed myself in a song, no flattery, just honesty,
Do you think I'm giving it my all in my thoughts? Actually, it's twice as much. 
It's nice to hear your voice, it caresses my ears,
I'm waiting to see you, like the summer sun in May.
You're the only one who supported me, the one who understands,
I could be anywhere at this point, but you're always in my soul.
I can't figure it out, something is bothering me, fluctuations of peace.
I've been gone for a long time, but you're one in a billion.
I know, I've become annoying, everything I've said is cliché.
But besides you, I don't need anything else in this world.

NATALI

One of my personal favourite features I did a while back with an old friend of mine (2017) 
[Battle Kings Records; PaulRecords]

THE PAST (feat. ParaDoX) [2017]

from an album, «DARKSIDE MIXTAPE» (2020) 
[Battle Kings Records]. 


Lyrics translation: 


Verse 1: 
Years are flying by, time flowing like water. 
Young at heart, but got beard on my face. 
So much was spent, but got my change at hand. 
Continuing to fight, even though I lost my soul. 
Gunshot into the sky, echo gets multiplied by emptiness. 
Hustling like Papa Carl(o), but haven’t made my “Capital” yet. 
All regrets are torturous, like needle under a nail, 
This slippery path leads nowhere. 
Been walking tall in the slums way too often, 
Was stupid enough to forget what fear is. 
Anyone can meet their demise, don’t forget, 
A gun holster on your thigh doesn’t save from death. 
Life is a dirty game, if you play fair - you lose. 
It’s like tug-of-war almost, where skill is on the sidelines. 
You can’t just restart from level 0, life don’t come with second chance. 
Fortune will refuse those, who didn’t heap up stones. 


Chorus: 
This ain’t hypnosis, but voluntary surrender. 
Disappointing forecast? Nah, shitty transmission of 
A signal, like a scalp for red apache,  
Undecipherable? Well, that’s the only way I know. 


Verse 2: 
At the shipyard like Passepartout, how did you even end up here? 
It’s the other end of the earth, but this is where the university of life really is. 
It’s a crazy race regime, but bouncing in place like it’s a trampoline, 
Jumping above the rooftops, “please, don’t fail on me, parachute”. 
I ain’t a king, nor am I a jester. I’m only holding onto my principles. 
While remaining in the shadows, as if dressed in burqa. 
Impostors are everywhere, and they’ll sell you out for that green cash. 
When it’s best to keep it shut, bitches be tirelessly neighing like horses. 
Immigrants of all stripes are welcomed like guests, 
But there will come time, sooner or later, you won’t be able to get out alive. 
To the slaughterhouse, like sheep, like those kids from “Hunger Games”, 
Well, what did you expect? You live in a police state after all. 
Gonna need an extra pair of eyes at the back of your head, so it don’t hit you. 
Cuz it will be too late to remember all the good luck superstitions. 
And if Italians are the only ones that know their worth, I don’t give a fuck about price tags, I collect interest. 


Verse 3: 
I ain’t tired of forcing through, it’s all in the name. 
Even when I’m out of breath, and lungs hurt from cigarette smoke. 
I’ve been fed up with lies long ago, don’t offer me those sloppy seconds. 
Cuz I stalk grim reaper daily, you can’t even touch me. 
The shift is nearing the morning, shit’s boring like an art house movie. 
I’m skipping along the perimeter, like it’s end credits. 
The bulletproof vest is pressing too hard at my chest, while I sense a bullet, 
I had to have everything at stake, just to get shot in the back. 
There are literally duels every other day, it’s like Wild West almost. 
Those who were by your side today, will betray you tomorrow. 
No rules, like judge who’s more corrupt than a cop. 
Even your own countrymen will set you up worse than strangers. 
I’m like a seagull at this shipyard, almost like a native. 
Whatever the faith in humanity is, I’ve forgotten long ago. 
Decent human beings are like Mohicans, it’s like they were killed off. 
It’s much easier to live without kindness these days, I’ve thrown my access codes to it - away.

SCALP [2020]

from an album, «THE WHIP» (2020). 
[South D. Sound Records]

UNDERTAKER [2020]

Music is my therapist... 
been there, done that, had some hits & misses, but got no regrets. 

As of now, got 8 mixtapes (I still call them albums, fuck you) so far. Who knows, maybe there’ll be more to come one day…

KlimOFF

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