Anatomy of Destructive Music: What Songs Zombify Youth?

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

Over the past three months, a wave of cancellations of concerts of immoral rappers swept across Russia. It all started in Dagestan, where local residents, dissatisfied with Yegor Creed's planned performance in Makhachkala, launched a flash mob with the motto "Whoever goes to Creed is the cock." At the same time, the Dagestanis were outraged not only by the fact that a performer would come to their region, for whom the fame of one of the representatives of sexual minorities was steadily entrenched, but also by the content of the singer's songs and videos.

You don't need to be an expert to appreciate the message of Yegor Creed's work and see that there is nothing but vulgarity, obscenity, glamor and disdain for women. And since we have "freedom of speech" in Russia, the residents of Dagestan openly declared that such creativity completely contradicts the cultural policy and traditions of the republic, and therefore Yegor Creed does not need to come to Makhachkala. And after Creed, they kicked out rapper Aljay, who used to call his listeners "biomass".

But the situation received wide publicity not only in Dagestan itself, but throughout Russia, and against the background of this process, citizens of other regions of the country asked a similar question: "Why do we need a tour of performers whose work contributes to the degradation of youth?"First of all, this question interested the parental community, which, having drawn attention to the content of the music promoted in the youth environment, began to oppose this process. Parental movements and just active citizens began to publish petitions and appeal to law enforcement agencies with a request to cancel or at least introduce age restrictions on concerts of those performers whose work clearly violates the law "On the Protection of Children from Harmful Information."

The situation with the composition of the rapper Oksimiron "The Last Call", praising the commission of mass murder in an educational institution in positive tones, added fuel to the fire. Against the background of the events in Kerch and the hype around the video of the same name, Oksimiron himself preferred to completely disappear from the public field for a month: he did not give comments, did not appear in front of the cameras. His solution can be understood: it is one thing when, under the guise of “freedom of creativity”, you propagandize violence and murder among adolescents, and a completely different situation is when, after a loud tragedy, society suddenly pays attention to those who for many years inflated such negative information. matrix.

While Oksimiron sat in the shadows, all over the country, at the request of parents, they began to cancel concerts of other performers: Husky, Friendzones, IC3PEAK and so on. The reason for this is simple - a pronounced degradation orientation of the creativity of these rappers. Here you should cite a couple of quotes from the strategic documents of the Russian Federation, which, among other things, are referred to in their appeals by opponents of the concerts. In particular, the Doctrine of Information Security of the Russian Federation says: "The informational impact on the population of Russia, primarily on young people, is being increased in order to erode traditional Russian spiritual and moral values."

And in the National Security Strategy, this topic is disclosed in even more detail: “Threats to national security in the field of culture are the erosion of traditional Russian spiritual and moral values … through external cultural and information expansion (including the spread of low-quality products of mass culture), propaganda of permissiveness and violence … The main threats national security in the sphere of culture is dominated by the products of mass culture, focused on the spiritual needs of the marginalized ….

But if the position of the regional authorities and the parental community on the protection of children from destructive information coincided for once, then the central mass media began to discredit this process. Instead of conducting a semantic analysis of the content of the rappers' songs and understanding the reasons for the dissatisfaction of citizens, large information resources such as Novaya Gazeta, Gazeta. Ru, Lenta. Ru, Svobodnaya Pressa, Meduza began to frighten society the threat of censorship and restriction of "freedom of speech".

In their publications, they tried to shift the focus of the discussion of the problem from the issue of a meaningful assessment of creativity to the plane of the regime's struggle against undesirable singers for political reasons. At the same time, the Eljes and Creeds themselves are presented as almost heroes who are not afraid to openly voice their thoughts and bring the truth to people. In the omissions in such publications, it remains only that this very "truth" - that is, the texts of performers, publications try not to publish once again, because any reader will immediately understand that this is not about brave "fighters against the regime", but about drug addicts and degenerates who are artificially promoted among the youth (if anyone doubts this, then read the texts given at the end of the article and think about why the same rapper Husky refused to undergo a medical examination during his detention in Krasnodar).

Human rights activists also got involved in the case. Pavel Chikov, a lawyer for the international group Agora, said that the "black list" of musicians was being sent to the regions from the central office of the FSB. And although Chikov's statement was absolutely unfounded, in the press it created another reason to start frightening everyone with the restriction of “freedom of speech”.

Meanwhile, this whole process is precisely the realization of the very freedom of speech for which the liberal media in Russia are so worried. After all, not only Eljes and Creeds have the right to express their opinions, but also parents who do not want someone from the stage to engage in the propaganda of drugs and vulgarity in their city. And why should the voice of parents thinking about children be less important than the voices of people who unscrupulously earn money to promote vices into society? And since when did the slogan "freedom of speech" become equated with irresponsibility for one's words?

However, if the position of large publications and human rights activists is quite expected, then the statements of officials made the other day are really surprising. Director of the Foreign Intelligence Service Sergei Naryshkin suggested that the Ministry of Culture support rap singers with government grants:

"The topic of rapping attracted the attention of the organizing committee, and I thought: maybe the Ministry of Culture should think about supporting such a modern form of poetic and musical culture."

His idea was supported by the special representative of the President of Russia for culture Mikhail Shvydkoy, who said that “we need to establish a dialogue with rappers”:

“Out of curiosity, I went to the rapper Noize MC's concert, there were thousands of young people. This is the literature of today's young generation … we need to establish a dialogue with these guys. Go to the Internet and see how many people read and listen to this … I see how these guys "turn on" young people … this is a parallel world that exists nearby, and you can't ignore it."

The director of the Foreign Intelligence Service should understand better than anyone else what influence on society can be exerted by means of so-called "soft power", one of the manifestations of which is the very "mass culture" in the field of which the discussed youth rappers work. And Naryshkin, by the nature of his profession, should have raised the question of which production centers promote and promote the promotion of these rappers in order to highlight the mechanisms for the popularization of such immoral creativity. In the case of the same group IC3PEAK, which recently released the clip "There is no more death", in which an act of self-immolation is committed against the background of the Russian Government, only foreign campaigns appear among the producers of its labels: Manimal Vinyl, The Orchard, Stellar Kinematics and STYLSS. And when it becomes clear how this or that rapper promoted and what values it promotes, then we can already talk about his support from the state. If such work is not carried out, then the Ministry of Culture will most likely begin to sponsor those whose activities should be blocked, and not encouraged.

In turn, Mikhail Shvydkoy should have thought not about HOW rappers “turn young people on”, but about WHERE they turn them on. Then he would have realized that not all rappers can and should "establish a dialogue". And it was only now that society paid attention to this "parallel world", actively engaging in the painful process of self-purification.

And while some parents write appeals to the prosecutor's office and the regional Commissioner for the Protection of Children, trying to use any legal methods to solve the problem, other parents are beginning to use “freedom of speech” in a different format. It's about the "Letter to Aljay", which has been sold in thousands of publications on the Internet, in which there is also the following quote: "I want to take my husband's hunting shotgun, come to a concert and shoot twice in your stupid mouth, belching out calls to death. Then reload and shoot again … ". The author of the letter specifies that this is just an "allegory, metaphor and artistic image." That's just the tragedy in Kerch, until recently, was only an "artistic image" from the song of Oksimiron.

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Excerpts from Aljay's songs

• song "Solvent": "… People are like targets in the shooting range. They are so stupid, I could kill them if they paid me … I waste money on drugs and rags … I'm immoral, I don't believe any of you. And I'm fine … ";
• song "Secret Chat": "… You're a lady, I'm fucking you under RnB. I'm not your boyfriend, but I can buy you a fendi …”;
• song "A Child Born to Shine": "… In high school, high school girls loved to touch me. I skipped lessons at their home. I loved yellow Mamba and black Coca-Cola. The policeman said that I was a drug addict. Ritter-sport in half, pink Bubble Gum, Aeroflot bursts into the clouds. Akakaka! You have a beautiful ass, my hand is on it”;
• the song "Hello-Hello": ".. Your chick is flowing. Go and wipe it up … I would like to fly in the clouds … [Ooh-ooh] In order not to interfere with anyone. I would like to never sleep … [Ooh-ooh] To smack everything and gobble it up …"
• song "Minimal": ".. The bar is blue. We dance to the minimal. Yes, yes, yes, you are beautiful, but people like you do * ya … There are only idiots and LEDs around. I drink black water and alcohol. I don’t know who you are, and besides, fuck it, because today, you’ll definitely come with me …"
• song “Hey, Guys”: “… At concerts bitches are served passed out. I love when there are a lot of them - I don’t take them by the piece (ay, ay). Baby wants my kiss, not even fuck it. Oo-ooh, oo-ooh. Swallow tequila and shut up, a taxi driver is waiting for us at the entrance …"
• song "Rose wine": "- I look like a bird! - The prince? - For a prince or an eagle. Hey! I take a second bottle of rosé wine … We are already in the ocean of discos, alcohol and marivans. No stress. Let's go as M & M's dance-dance …"
• song "Ecstasy": "Ecstasy, take me away. Ecstasy, take me away. Ecstasy, take me away. Ecstasy, take me away. Arrange destroy alcohol. We are with you and an empty dance floor … You are probably someone's daughter, but I'm just a beautiful junkie. Morning is night. Morning - night …"
• song "Suzuki": "Hey, bio-waste, how do you like the tusa?" And I just instill in people like you a sense of taste."

Excerpts from Husky songs

Poem about the Motherland

We look like peers in a restaurant car

At adjacent tables, unintentional companions

Remember you died and we ate your meat

That smelled like a mummy, forgotten in a mausoleum

Through the streets of midday, as if in Montparnasse

I will let every recruit fool me

Until you get stupefied in the alley, I will plump and blow

And a hydrogen bomb will crash on your chest

Bang bang

You sit with your ass cut

Blood flow in the thicket of wires

And the dead man sings to you

That a dead person

Tastes like Orbit Man

Your flesh trembles with a web of capillaries

I didn't have enough vocabulary to describe

Like giblets wriggling like a tiger python

Open the womb with a bud

Pyromaniac-17

Tomorrow onlookers will flock to that cafe in droves

Where will I sleep at breakfast forever - auto-da-fe

My country is a drunken child vomiting in a mitten

She is cold in the snow, and I pour gasoline, burn

Decapitate, piss and burn! Piss and burn!

Decapitate, piss and burn! Piss and burn!

Decapitate, piss and burn! Piss and burn!

Decapitate, piss and burn! Piss and burn!

All dogs go to heaven

Hide pandora's box under the fucking lucky flax

Fuck, life has a price only in funeral homes …

I remember two thousand and the first - mother - candidate of sciences -

Washed toilet paper - I shook my mustache

The main lesson: only unreality is real, hold on to it, It's a pity, my stepfather understood this, having chosen a life-long drinking binge …

Everything is the same, you are alone, and there is no warrior in the field

But, f * ck, you have to gnaw their throats willy-nilly

Nothing shines for you, who said? Finish the game

Rip, bite, bark … bitch, all dogs go to heaven

My minibus will take me inevitably

And I'll * boo luck in your mouth one more time, gently

Mr Dog

I hate my body - a fucking scarecrow

Regeneration and thermoregulation just about anything

I follow the sun - I wait for it to turn around

I write down the pulse - I wait for the dictation to end

The stench is as if it died last night

Every breath is like a sip of human flesh

I have a disgusting stench, and pinching my nose

I sew my mouth: stitch, stitch - zigzag

Freckled ceiling from drops of blood

I lay flat like a slave on the porch

I drum into the breastbone with my fist

I circle with a small cockroach

Pentagrams, pentagrams

German car shivering cowardly, steals

In it - Mr. Dog, your new owner, whore

He guards with a paw the face that slides to the belly

This rag that he himself cut without canvas and patterns

This leather case from a piece of my fucking

But you loved to laugh and fuck so much

I loved to fuck and laugh so much

After all, you loved to laugh and fuck so much

And even fuck and laugh at the same time

Anew

Set fire to the apartment, shandrah out the window

I'm purple bro, I don't care (again!)

And all of it die and be born again, again

This is black nothing (this is black nothing!)

Cadaveric pits around people

Cadaveric pits around me

Corpse pits around you

Cadaver pits around him (ah-ah-ah!)

Judas

Vomiting

In someone's hut on the Patriarch's

I drive the bulls into the railing

Waiting for your Kia Rio.

Let the retro lisp in the taxi.

The carrier and I will crush the heel

And we'll drive home soft-boiled …

Marmalade

Head full of shit

Cuckoo skull like a prison

Head full of shit

Cuckoo skull like a prison

Head full of shit

Cuckoo skull like a prison

Head full of shit

Cuckoo skull like a prison

I'm lying in the outhouse (Marmalade, marmalade)

Pretending to be dead (Marmalade, marmalade)

They rummage around the apartment (Marmalade, marmalade)

Two figures in black (Marmalade, marmalade)

Swallowed breath

Tiles like oilcloth

I hear swearing

baby

Head like a dish

Baby food

Full cookware

Head, head, head, head

The whole country is a dead child

Marmalade is former bones

Salt time heals me

I'm warm under the smile of madness

Because I'm inside the marmalade

Bullet-Fool

I don’t want to be beautiful, I don’t want to be rich.

I want to be a face-shooting assault rifle.

I don’t want to be beautiful, I don’t want to be rich.

I want to be a face-shooting assault rifle.

Focused like suicide.

Wandering around town dreaming of copulating (bullet durrra!)

Around senseless bl * dis of both sexes, eh.

From the debris of the clouds, God is like a warhead.

I don’t want to be beautiful, I don’t want to be rich.

I wanna be a face-shooting machine gun (bullet durrra!)

I don’t want to be beautiful, I don’t want to be rich.

I wanna be a face-shooting machine gun (bullet durrra!)

Kill the Rapper

The rapper is moaning

Master of the disco

I smear on a knife

His sensual whine

Kill! Kill the rapper!

Kill the rapper! Kill the rapper!

Kill the rapper! Rapper!

In the stuffy shitty mall

Changed in face

In a necklace of guts

The ripped deity sleeps

Fuhrer

On my instagram these dead barbies

What cheeses push on their milk

I wandered into the page to the rubber woman

And I jerk off, indifferent, like a face in a stall

My Fuhrer is a fucking old fagot

Daiquiri sucks in bars

Either gives a blowjob

Ceremonial like hara-kiri

Man on the internet

In the meat kennel of the mouth

The human howl rattles

The man on the internet said

That he is afraid to wake up by himself

Hide the corpses of your family in bags

Smiling garbage chute

And dive packages into the hole

Indifferent to his guts

Excerpts from the songs of the group "Friendzona"

Clip "Bottle":

Bottle

Gathered all the girlfriends for the pajama party (hello)!

We listened to fanfiction, discussed all the boys.

I found the champagne my parents hid;

Some of the girls suggested playing "In a Bottle".

Come on, I'll teach you how to kiss - Maeby is the pro.

I trained here alone, not on tomatoes.

I twist, fell on the girl opposite.

Well c'mon, don't be shy, baby, it's very simple.

The smell of lips, why is there something pounding under the T-shirt?

I've kissed a hundred times, but boys can't do that.

Everyone laughed together and immediately forgot -

But not me, wait, I seem to have fallen in love, stop!

It says: "Love does not depend on gender."

Fate shouts to you: "Baby, experiment!"

At the pajama party, there is a lot of chatter, not a lot of phrases.

And I can’t forget (I can’t) her lips on my lips.

Emo rock star

There is a tranquilizer in my blood.

She walks beside him, glancing at me.

Do you think I'm worried?

Know that soon you will understand, baby, who you lost.

Emo rock is old! Rock is old! Rock is old!

New teen idol.

Emo rock is old! Rock is old! Rock is old!

I have a thousand pills in me.

And I don't trip anymore

27 is not soon, the bullet will wait a little.

At the weekend with a couple of groupies

We meet on the terrace a cocaine morning.

Children cut their veins under my carts, All over the country posters with my garage band.

While you're at Burger King with your boyfriend

My arrival on the stage was illuminated by a spotlight.

Is not answering the phone

I've been going crazy for two days.

How long can you wait for you bitch?

Remember me for a minute.

My drug dealer won't pick up the phone.

Virgin

All my babies like young Britney

But you are fresher than them, you smell like eucalyptus.

No tattoos, no first piercing

She knows all subjects at school perfectly.

I need a virgin, I need a virgin.

You are so immaculate, the image is impeccable.

There are so many girls around, they are not interesting to me.

I need a virgin, I need a virgin.

I want, like all girls, not to take a steam bath with studies, Skipping class, kissing the guys behind school.

My mom thinks I'm very clean

but a shower won't tell her why I wash myself for a long time.

While Dad is at work, I secretly watch porn.

My stuffed animals know so much about me

They are shocked, but for everyone I am touchy!

The ziplak is hidden in the cupboard at the awards with killer dope, And mom thinks her jokes are funny.

I have a dream about him ripping off my miniskirt.

I'm not 18 soon, I can't wait that long!

Baby teeth

Thousands of children are already at the club

In one voice all the hits of your favorite band, Cheap alcohol goes round and round

The girls will crawl home in the morning.

The DJ has CDs, but they are not records

All in pictures, colorful, he eats them like Skittles.

There's so much smoke on the backstage, blunt the size of a pack of Pringles.

Rock elite, everyone is killed, the audience is chanting to come out.

Purple sky

I'm scratching my veins again, but it won't be lethal.

I will forever remain a sticker on her telegram.

Breathing will stop soon, then we will fly.

How much I thought about you, my pulse won't tell you.

In high school

I will teach you love better than they teach in school -

And you definitely won't want to leave these classes.

You will pass me all the tests and even without preparation -

I'm not just going to be cool for you in class.

In high school, ah-ah, no time to cram

All lessons, ooh-ooh, my diary is not filled.

Do not wait for the call, well, when will it sound?

I want to run away with her, teach me about love.

High school, high school, teach me love.

High school, high school, teach me love.

High school, high school, teach me love.

High school, high school, teach me love.

Last exam

Gathered. We drink. There will be a party soon.

Getting in. Out of the corner of my eye I see - he is bored.

Look at me, I'm so beautiful.

Invite me to dance, why are you so shy?

Second slow. He's still dumb.

I'm waiting for the last track and I'm going to hang out with another (that sucker).

The whole world does not revolve around you.

You're not alone here!

Excerpts from the songs of the group IC3PEAK

Tablets

I swallow bitter tears from morning to night

I eat raw meat, wash it down with fresh blood

There is no mind, and there is only one side

Not a piece of me remains

A-a-a-a-a) I'm dying in Russia

(A-a-a-a-a) From euphoria

(I-a-a-a-a) I'm dying in Russia

(A-a-a-a-a) From euphoria

Death Is No More

I fill my eyes with kerosene

Let it all burn, let it all burn

All Russia is looking at me

Let it all burn, let it all burn

I fill my eyes with kerosene

Let it all burn, let it all burn

All Russia is looking at me

Let it all burn, let it all burn

Sad bitch

I've never been stupid.

I will never be happy.

Sad bitch, sad bitch

Yes, this is my deliberate choice.

I sit and puk on your marble floor.

Grinding my teeth at the shadow in the reflection.

I love dirt - this is my thrill.

I only smile while biting.

IC3PEAK - "Pain" lyrics

I want to forget everything I know

I'll burn everything, lighting up the darkness of my soul

I want to forget your face

I will burn your image with me

Show me pain, baby

Give me more pain

Show me pain, baby

Give me more pain

Lyrics translation IC3PEAK - "This World is Sick"

This world is sick

My heart feels it

This world is dark

My heart burns

This world is vicious

My heart was covered in ice

This world is blurry

My heart remains pure

Stand on your knees

This is the last kiss

Crawl down to the abyss

You gotta do it

Stand on your knees

This is the last kiss

Crawl down to the abyss

You gotta do it

Flame

I have experienced fire and water.

Screaming is my second nature.

I learned to love and believe.

There is no God above my head.

Pain and love are one.

We bet you choose evil?

Blood sprinkles flowers

I am you again, I am you again!

A step is an abyss - your heart.

IC3PEAK - "Eternal Life"

Immortal life. I fall asleep in my grave.

Sweet life. I fall asleep in my grave.

Immortal life. I fall asleep in my grave.

Sweet life. I fall asleep in my grave.

Excerpts from songs by Yegor Creed

• song "Fuck you": "But excuse me, I'm climbing on others now; I'm telling you, fuck you dear. Fuck you, you bitch under the word love! I'd smash your fucking blood. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck! And I'll fly away from here fuck * r to another planet. And it's easier to be gay than to be with someone like you! Offer sex ?! I'd rather fuck my hand."
• song "Gucci": "This bitch is Chanel, this bitch is like Gucci. She's cooler than yours, cooler than all those bitches. My bitch is a model, three girlfriends for a bunch. This bitch Chanel, this bitch like Gucci"
• the song "What do they know?": "What do they know, those who have not seen me, They speak behind the back without pauses, like an old video. And those who used to hate climb into friends, So much false, I'm like in the audience, the most fucking spectator who has eaten."
• song "I will spend": "There are so many bitches in this baby (***) the devil has beguiled me, I am so attracted by the way you bite my lips roughly. But you, my strongest alcohol. I drink it, I drink it with you and we leave home."
• song "Lighters": "I will call you a kind bitch, because you like it. I found your Gucci point, let me relax now. Lips go numb, I didn't even know she could do that. Hands are sweating on her body … I take two glasses, stir the cocktails. I take these two and mix them with the third."

Excerpts from the songs of the "Khleb" group

• song "Today": "Today I will fuck. Today I will * chant … "- these words in the song are repeated many times;
• song "Little Big Girl": "Eurydeus Aim Drinkin. Ayme drinkin euryday! Hey! … Build a career for her. Be a dad, be a dad. Fuck from her secretly.. ";
• song "A bunch of fucking songs ft. Big Russian Boss & Young P&H ":" A lot of fucking songs, it would be better not to release it. A lot of fucking songs, this song is also a turbo cal.. Burn them f * ck, Kizaru come, put things in order (Rap God). They don't steal beats, they don't drink Edlibs, they kill culture. Ahahaha, what a down will go to the concert of these fuckers (Me). In the sense of Sold Out (Aha), well, it's temporary, like a vape or a spinner … ";
• song "Ring": "… If you want sex with me, marry me. Or this rose did not bloom for you, hare. See this f * ck, believe me, he's cool … It's Young-Yani boy again, Kukayaka Flocka Flame. If you don't have a stamp, you won't see my ch * en … ";
• song "Farm": "Well, where are you, my cockerels? I am so waiting for you and the desire only grows. I really want to put eggs in my mouth …”- these words are repeated in the song many times;
• song "Squirrel": "… I am a small squirrel, I need a big nut. I would sink my teeth into him and lick him all day. And I would caress it with my lips (caress it with my lips), I would never give it to anyone (no, no, no) …”;
• song "21": "Night outside the window! Night outside the window! And you want to go home, you miss me! Don't go away, what are you doing! Give it another chance! I will make you to the ass tonight! Baby don't be afraid! Come on in the ass! … "- these words are repeated in the song many times.

Excerpts from the songs of the group "Little big":

• song: “For Haters ft. Danny Zuckerman ":" Bitch bitch Come on you dick is under six inches Your mama sas browns like a witch Hey Hater you bitch You mother father bitch Fuckunig fucking fucking fucking bitch You bitch bitch bitch bitch. Bitch! Bitch ye ye you bitch Ye you fucking bitch ye ye Bitch yoooo. " Translation of the song: "B * ka, s * ka. Come on, your fuck is less than fifteen centimeters. Your mommy sucks cigarettes like a witch. Hey, hater, you are a bitch.. Your mom, dad are a bitch. Yo * anaya, yo * anaya, yo * anaya, yo * anaya bitch. You are a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch. Bitch! Bitch, yes, yes, you are a bitch. ";
• song: "RAVE ON": "… your head C'mon brah Lose your head Hoo * rb bl * ch! Lose your head Come on uncle! P * zdets. Clap your hands. Lose your head Come on, come on. Move your body, rest! Thi-sss s-some fuck … ";
• song "Fucking Asshole": "You’re fucking asshole You’re fucking asshole You’re fucking asshole Asshole, you’re asshole fucking scum …". Translation of the song: “You damn m * duck. You fucking duck. You fucking duck. M * duck, you m * duck, you damn bastard ";
• song: “Everyday I’m Drinking” (translation: every day I drink): “Hey! Kiss my ass, world! Here motherfucker Russia soul! Our country in deep shit! Yo! But I love, but I love her! No future, no rich This is Russa, bitch! Everyday I’m drinking, Everyday I’m drinking, Everyday I’m drinking, I’m drinking everyday! Everyday I'm drinking … ". Translation of the song: "Hey! Kiss my ass, world! It's a damn Russian soul! Our country is in shit! E! But I love, but I love her! No future, no prosperity - This is Russia, bitch! Every day I drink, Every day I drink, Every day I drink, I drink every day!..;"
• song: "Stoned Monkey": "Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of. Where to go, how to chill, how to … I'm searching for the gain. Yeah, pass the pot. See me I'm like a robot. I walk along colored street on this Friday. X and DMT prop my step keep me tidy. Near dirty club I see sky of magenta. Let me go, let me in, let me pass through the enter. " Translation of the song: “Every day, every day, every-every day I think about Where to go, how to“relax”, how … I'm looking for profit. Yes, cut a joint. Look at me, I'm like a robot. I'm walking down the colored street this Friday. Ecstasy and DMT support my stride, put me in order. Outside the dirty club, I see a purple sky. Let me go, let me in, let me go through the entrance”;
• song: "Hateful Love" - "Hateful love": "Dissect you I’ll shred you More more more I need your Hammer smashed face I need you To rot in the grave. I hope you die, Peace die right now. " Translation of the song: “I dissect you, I will shred you More, more, more. I need your smashed face. I need you to rot in your grave. I hope you die. Calm, die right now."