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I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
 
Annoying bustle, working till the seventh sweat.
I don't have time even to listen to some jokes.
I'm looking through the fanmail - I see a girl's photo.
I read her letter, and in it, and there is a minor scale note in it.
'Your song 'Who are you?', really, it's cool.
I am writing to you from a small town on the Volga river.
My worries, Detsl, overwhelm my soul.
I cannot listen to your songs in peace.
All around me are ears from my stupid school,
Which mostly the Nazi freaks attend.
If they find out that I love your rap,
They will rape and bury me, and I'm fifteen years old.
It sounds like a nonsense, isn't it?
There is no answer to the question.
I've cut my hair bald, so I can save myself,
Or what is left from me, it's more precisely.
I hold on with my last strength, I'm almost broken down'.
 
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
 
I'd told to my friends about this strange letter,
They replied: 'Do not believe in stupid shit.
Such things just can't be happening, everyone knows it.
It's just your lyrics pushes people to the madness.
The girl is stuck on you, she can't move on,
She doesn't even realize that she's only dreaming about you'.
Okay, moving on! I continued to write the second album,
Facing head to head with pop music and underground.
I rap for a reason, if it's being discussed.
But still this letter was in my head, as it explains
To me the simple things which are like cracks:
The leaders can't understand that there is something higher.
Sects, communists, fanatics, fascists,
Sexual minorities, skinheads, Nazis
Entangle us, dictating their own manifestos,
But they don't know that we are a different generation.
 
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
 
Half a year flew by, but there was anxiety in me,
Which came to me from that small town.
I remembered that letter, looked at the photo again, Glanced at the return address, and something stung me.
The concert work, I'm going on a tour along the Volga river
In ten days I will be in the very same region
From which the girl is and this mystery,
Which was laying deep, and I didn't know the answer.
The concert is on the stadium, joking around as always
The organizer told me that all the schools had gathered here,
Some good weather came to us after hip-hop. Everything has changed here in the last six months. Among the people I noticed that girl,
A magic smile and a birthmark above her lip.
The answer to the question was her eyes,
Because I rap for people like her.
 
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
I want to find myself,
I want to figure out what's going on.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul to sing too.
 


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04.02.2025

GIMME GIMME





Why can’t I run away?
Every day feels like I’m asleep with my eyes wide open
Is this just a sweet nightmare?
My free will has been stolen
Am I trapped in flames?
 

Ya, I sharpen my claws
Swing it, swing it, Sweeper
Spinning round and round, Click click
Pull it, pull it, Trigger
 

Rat-tat-tat
The chain around my neck
Nothing but pain digging into my skin
Pull it again and again, Pull that
The trigger sticks to my hand
 

GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
Chiki chiki boom, paw
We gotta go
 

You gotta
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
Time to go
Wave the flow
 

Eurachacha, come on, buckle up
The growing flame, we’re arsonists
In the blink of an eye, we’ll take this place
Spit fire, my revolver
 

Everywhere, it’s blazing, Wow
Burning wildly, spreading fast
Aim forward, shoot it, all in one shot
Destroy everything, then save it again
 

Sharpen my claws
Swing it, swing it, Sweeper
Spinning round and round, Click click
Pull it, pull it, trigger
 

What are you doubting? What you waiting for?
Now you’re closer, right in front of me
1, Uh, 2, Uh
On three, pull the trigger
 

GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
Chiki chiki boom, paw
We gotta go
 

You gotta
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
Time to go
Wave the flow
 

Wild, fast, furious
That’s my instinct, don’t you know?
Step on it, keep rolling, rolling
Into the fiery chaos, Go
My eyes are filled with you, Whoa
Maybe I’ll swallow you whole again
 

We can’t get enough
This thirst knows no end
I can’t hold back, Oh
In the face of your existence
Wanna eat you like a carnivore
 

GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
Brrrrrr-ah!
We gotta go
 

You gotta
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME
Time to go
(GIMME GIMME now)
Never
Turn away
 

GIMME GIMME GIMME
(GIMME)
GIMME GIMME GIMME
(GIMME)
GIMME GIMME GIMME
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 To 6
 

GIMME GIMME GIMME
(Whoa!)
GIMME GIMME GIMME
(Whoa!)
GIMME GIMME GIMME
(Whoa!)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 To 6
 

(Whoa!) GIMME
(Whoa! whoa!) GIMME GIMME
(Whoa!) GIMME
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 To 6
 

(Whoa!) GIMME
(Whoa! whoa!) GIMME GIMME
(Whoa!) GIMME
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 To 6
 


04.02.2025

Graffiti





Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti, graffi–
Graffiti, graffiti
 

I’ll shake it hard, scatter it, spray
Paint the boring streets that make you yawn
Oh, color it with vibrant hues
Groovy, groovy time, enjoy it joyfully
Someone clicks their tongue (No-oh)
Scold me for causing a nuisance (No-oh)
No matter what they say, nonstop
Wanna do, wanna do, climb onto the board
 

Cut through the wind as I ride
Hidden on the walls
Even strangers
Want to become friends
This is a sign for you
Creating a new world
Baby, if you really want it, want it
Come closer to me, I’m so curious
 

Let’s go, we go
Fill it up, fill it up, graffiti
Let’s go, we go
Let it all out, let it all out (What’s in your mind, what you need)
Paint it, freely
Don’t care, do it your way
Unfold the feelings that rise
Express them as they are, graffiti
 

Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti, graffi–
 

I’m oblivious, so I don’t read the room (Nope)
If I draw a line, I’ll paint it thicker, overflowing
Urban canvas, call me, right now
Overthinking is a luxury, so let’s mess it up fine
(Ayy) Tagging, walking
Every minute, I leave my presence deeply
(Ayy) Mix in sincerity
Mix it up, mix it up, mix it up (I’m so curious)
 

Let’s go, we go
Fill it up, fill it up, graffiti
Let’s go, we go
Let it all out, let it all out (What’s in your mind, what you need)
Paint it, freely
Don’t care, do it your way
Unfold the feelings that rise
Express them as they are, graffiti (Oh)
 

It’s okay to paint all the dreams I’ve hidden
Dye it, dye it, without regret, baby (I want it)
The view spreading at my fingertips
Will be the most perfect picture (Hey)
Fill it up, fill it up, we can’t stop
 

We’ve got this
Come closer to me
Baby, let’s go
 

Let’s go, we go
Fill it up, fill it up, graffiti
Let’s go, we go (Ooh, ooh)
Let it all out, let it all out (What’s in your mind, what you need)
Paint it, freely
Don’t care, do it your way
Unfold the feelings that rise
Express them as they are, graffiti
 


04.02.2025

The Loud House Credits Theme





Eleven brothers
Always together, no matter what
A quirky family (family)
 

Even if we fight and argue sometimes
We still love each other
A quirky family (family)
 

Laundry piles up like a mountain
Snacks are always running out
The line for the bathroom is always long
The couch is always too cramped
 

It’s always chaotic
A quirky family
 


04.02.2025

The Loud House Opening





Noisy older sisters
Rowdy younger siblings
Every day is chaotic (so chaotic!)
Even when going to the bathroom
Or when eating meals
Surviving at home is tough!
No one can stop us siblings!
We’re unstoppable!
We’re an extraordinary family
Lincoln and his sisters
All together, eleven of us
Surviving in Lincoln’s house!
Poo-poo!