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Leave it all behind, give it all away
God sees everything; it’s a mobile box
The block runs on a steady rhythm
But only for the fools
It’s a drag to be wasted your whole life
But I’ve got no entourage—listen up, I’m a true Scythian
Leave it all behind, give it all away
God sees everything; we’ll kick back with the kinfolk
There is only the cosmos—clear everything else from your mind
The stars, the rain
Brother, we come in peace
My homie roams the capital, though he’s got no apartment
My homie—he arrived from other planes of existence
Here, a man’s word is worth more than profit
Few will understand my country-boy style
Especially those for whom "God" is just a liter of booze
Throw it all out, drink it all down
Leave humbly, leave with dignity
Leave it all behind, give it all away—God sees everything
I’ve already had my fill while still alive
While the insatiable ones watch with envious eyes
Apparently, fate has them breathing down my neck
Apparently, it’s not their fate to live with dignity
Or to die while still alive
High speed—hold on tight, yo
Freedom is the greatest story ever told
Resilient through the heat, wild and untamed
Resilient to the very end—whether with cash or without
Steppe motifs, raw material from the archives
The world is a matrix: '98, the 2000s
I forgive the deep-seated grudges; I don’t promise much else
After all, does their opinion really matter? Breathing in the cosmos, brother—I’m no superstar.
I’ve gone wild: fewer helping hands, yet more material gain.
More of those who merely talk the talk, doing nothing at all.
The silence hangs heavy—like Polo Young.
Akela: alone on the steppe.
Fighting neither for life nor for death—simply for myself.
Yet the faith will never fade.
Don’t confuse your own dreams with their values.
Searching for the tallest trees.
Searching for people of true worth.
We’re walking away with confidence—this isn’t our game.
Don’t just blindly slam on the gas.
Life is the playoffs; there’s no bringing you back once you’re gone.
Hamza is leaving a couple of teams behind—but that’s no step backward.
It’s a move toward the West—and it’s no blind leap of faith.
I’ve said it all in my songs; "Stoykiy" is bringing the heat—he’s on fire.
"Stoykiy" stands firm to the very end—whether with cash in hand or without.
Empty mockery in this era of clowns.
Chasing scraps and stacks of cash—they’ve grown so spoiled here.
But you—leave it all behind; give it all away.
God sees everything—it’s a mobile boxing match.
A mobile boxing match.
Hey—look at how much lies ahead!
It burns as bright as the sun.
Hey—while your heart still beats in your chest...
Reach out—reach straight for the stars.
Leave it all behind—you can’t take it with you.
It’s a flight without luggage, sailing forward at full speed.
Pure of spirit—off into the cosmos, brother.
And how are *you* doing? My kindred spirit, my own flesh and blood—
You know, my memory has grown coarse.
I’ve left so much behind;
There’s no point in raking up the past (why bother?).
I haven’t retreated—it’s just that I find more peace when I’m alone.
My fire hasn't died out; I haven't compromised my principles.
I’m still here within my four walls (up on the second floor).
All is calm and quiet; I philosophize into the night.
Just me and myself—on a good vibe, with no ulterior motives.
I’ve missed everyone—hanging out on the balcony together.
Laughter and warmth—it’s all genuine.
With my brothers, it’s pure joy—no pretense, no talk of money.
On these high vibrations, everything feels effortless—simple as breathing.
Let it all go; give it all away.
You won't be any the poorer for it.
Peace and good health to you!
Sending you a tight embrace, my brother.
Shall we?
Hey—look at how much lies ahead!
It burns as bright as the sun.
Hey—while your heart still beats in your chest,
Reach out—reach straight for the stars.