Текст песни ГРЯЗЬ - Цыганское гетто

— Today we have gathered in his name,
To choose a new king! Are there any contenders?
— I was not born a king.
I paid the iron price, and here I stand before you.

Yo, drop the beat—I’m gonna wreck
Anyone talking shit about me.
But nobody talks shit about me,
So that means I can just chill.

I never tried to please everyone,
Never kissed your asses.
I’m just naturally good at this—
And this ain’t a diss track, you scum; this is Denis Gryaz.

Just pure perfection, damn!
"Ooh! Holy shit!"
The gentlemen shouted, while the ladies gasped in sheer amazement.
I hail from the City of Graves—the place where the lion buried his turds.

This is Mogilev, baby.
I rarely ever spoke about it.
A Gypsy ghetto...
And on these blocks, it’s an endless summer for the homies.

DeKa BOOM! Before they take me down, I’ve been listening to my new album
While I’m still okay—before the seizures kick in—
My tracks are going to sound like total shit to you

I won’t be topping the charts
Until I land myself in the loony bin
I won’t become a "cool dude"
Until I’m chasing after you with a meat cleaver

Over there—
Where the lake runs black—
Amidst the beer cans and cigarette butts, a corpse floats by;
And nobody gives a damn about it

He’s so bloated now that the kids
Are dragging him around like a lifebuoy
The kids will use him to float across to the other shore—
That’s Mogilev for you:
After all, people here put their faith in the dead, too

It’s not that *we’re* like this—it’s just the times we live in (yeah)
One moment a kid’s here, the next he’s gone; life has lost its value
This is Denis Gryaz—I’m from a city where a hanged man
Swings from his rope, gleefully telling the time

Let’s hit the store, grab some brews
And, after a quick prayer, go pull a job
We kick in the doors—and there’s a body in the doorway (well, look at that)
Looks like the Grim Reaper didn’t have time to clean up again (ugh, damn it)

Operation’s a bust, boys—
The cops’ll twist our fingers
Throw us in the lockup
Or haul us off to the shrink

But I’m Denis Gryaz, and I do whatever the hell I want
You got that? You fucking faggot bitch!
This is my city—bathed in blood—
The very place where they’re going to bury you

You hear me, bitch?! Alright, just kidding—
That’s not actually how it went down at all
So... how *did* it go down? Yeah, like I’d tell *you*, you asshole.

Over there—
Where the lake runs black,
Amidst the beer and cigarettes—a corpse floats by;
And nobody gives a damn.

He’s so bloated now
That the kids are dragging him along
Like a lifebuoy;
The children will use him to float to the other shore—
That is the true essence of Mogilev:
For here, even the dead are trusted.

Believe me, I fear nothing
(What is dead cannot die).
Believe me, I fear nothing (shhh).
Believe me, I fear nothing
(What is dead cannot die).
I fear nothing…