No Pasaran [English translation]

My home and my life is just a few walls.

Stripped out, worn out as fuck.

I've seen how they hung off, seen death in the face.

Yes, it might be strange for you, but I grew up here.

That cold is painfully familiar for me.

I smoke at nights and let the will for the feelings.

Who could understand, when nothing is inside?

Lonesome within four walls, I don't give a fuck.

Screw it.

No pasaran!

Give a courage for my homies, forgotten and starving.

I'm gonna stay here, that's my paradise for beggars.

Pass over, mate, i don't need a fortune.

You besiege your ardor, what choice?

Long ago closed way, I've been going in the same.

Feel free to step on my fifth year.

At my own site seven years - That is my home. (my home), That is my home!

Ah!

All that tracks, storybooks of me.

My sorrow, sadness and I'll stay with her.

Being poor, I look at the sky with joy.

Wherever I am, I will remember my homeland.

You ain't need to know how to live.

You're packed fully, I wish a better life.

Few millions so just for some case.

Empty pockets make sense, there's quiet as well.

Now comes such time...

Want it or not, but you need. Stalemate.

Honestly saying, son, maybe I'm guilty somewhere.

In that crib, everything is so usual.

Don't dare say me I'm a celebrity, you didn't even see.

All stays the same, shit ain't change.

I am still on zero, still have a lot of ambitions.

I lay down and think, "Where to find a few million?"

"Base, effort and homeliness" told my mama.

Base, effort and homeliness just for the system's slaves.

I better be on my own to keep my nerves.

On the second floor, catching the moments.

I reminisce at the hundredth times, but each is as the first.

Eh.. conning life, where do you steer?

Thanks, I'm alone, I'm good at that.

All that tracks, storybooks of me.

My sorrow, sadness and I'll stay with her.

Being poor, I look at the sky with joy.

Wherever I am, I will remember my homeland.

You ain't need to know how to live.

You're packed fully, I wish a better life.

Few millions so just for some case.

Empty pockets make sense, there's quiet as well.

Therefore there's a need to try.

Need to try to survive at those conditions.

'Cause the more we earn,

The easier gets the life.

• Artist:Santiz
• Album:52 Герца