За плохое, за хорошее [Za plohoe, za horoshee] [English translation]

I'm so high, you know what I'm saying?

I'm so high, you know what I'm saying?

I'm so high, you know what I'm saying?

I'm so high, you know what I'm saying?

Hey! Hey!

A few hits for bad, a few hits for good.

For those who remain in the past.

For those with whom I felt not abandoned.

Ran away from buzz, but found home here.

In a solid languor, well, it's ideally.

For centuries a vicious wanderer with alike dreams.

Crowds said nothing to do for me here.

Crowds talked a lot, where are they now?

Forgot sorrow, forgot reproaches.

Over the years, more lonely, but,

Life... give life to revel fully.

To love as in childhood, ain't by the need, but willingly.

Flight of thought is not protected by morality

Who live in this, didn't even know about morality.

Don't take an example, not worth, you'll be grateful.

Everything behind the scenes remains the secret.

I was smoking without even thinking about it.

Now the poet's high af, and I write in these couplets.

Pauper, I agree, but there's something to say.

Thousands... fly by but they're uncatchable.

Call me brother, call me mate, I really need,

To know how are your doings?

How are you? How is the family? Tired in these four walls.

I would come flying, but how can I leave mother, father?

Maybe I thought it's easier in my time.

They did what they were able, 7 hits on the week.

7 hits up and let's fly,

7 stupefying joints in my body.

If to speak, so only frankly.

All these songs are just my life stories.

Don't act as I do, friend, be better.

I'll be honest, truly, wheresoever worse.

Huh?

• Artist:Santiz
• Album:52 Герца