[Chorus]
Havana syndrome is real,
Real, real, real.
I feel it in my skull,
I feel it in the walls.
Havana syndrome is real,
Real, real, real.
They say it ain’t a weapon,
But the room starts to crawl.
[Verse]
Mustang screaming down the Keys,
Hundred-ten in the night.
Passport red, GPS dead,
Bank notes tucked out of sight.
Not the gun, but the ghost in the glovebox,
Not the beam, but the trail.
If the car wipes where it came from,
Somebody knows what’s real.
[Pre-Chorus]
Backpack buzz, black-market deal,
Fifteen million for the thing they won’t reveal.
No smoke, no flash, no blood on the wheel—
But Havana syndrome is real.
[Chorus]
Havana syndrome is real,
Real, real, real.
I feel it in my skull,
I feel it in the walls.
Havana syndrome is real,
Real, real, real.
They say it ain’t a weapon,
But the room starts to crawl.
Jeanne d’Arc, soldate et sainte · Joan of Arc, Soldier and Saint
hehe… we bite
[Verse 1]
Four in the moonlight
Silver and lean
Long-legged shadows
Glide through the scene
They move like a secret
Under your skin
Sweet little mouths
Then they dig in
[Pre-Chorus]
Count the marks
Count the sparks
Too late now
Too dark
They turn as one
Then they lean
Four lamprey women
heCold and keen
[Chorus]
Bite bite bite
Lamprey girls
Bite the nerve
Shake the world
Bite bite bite
Keep it clean
Four sharp mouths
On the same machine
Bite bite bite
You feel the ring
Lamprey girls
Make the whole room stingg
[Verse 2]
One girl wears a grin
One girl wears a crown
One moves so smooth
One takes it all
They kiss like a promise
Then they close like fate
Leaving bright little moons
You’re the one they ate
[Pre-Chorus]
Count the marks
Count the sparks
Too late now
Too dark
They turn as one
Yeah they’re mean
Four lamprey women
Cold and keen
[Chorus]
Bite bite bite
Lamprey girls
Bite the nerve
Shake the world
Bite bite bite
Keep it clean
Four sharp mouths
On the same machine
Bite bite bite
You feel the ring
Lamprey girls
Make the whole room sing
[Bridge]
Black silk halo
Under the jaw
No prayer, no warning
Just want and law
You stand there burning
They sway in time
Four bright angels
With a ruthless rhyme
[Final Chorus]
Bite bite bite
Lamprey girls
Bite the nerve
Shake the world
Bite bite bite
Keep it clean
Four sharp mouths
On the same machine
Bite bite bite
You feel the ring
Lamprey girls
Make the whole room stingg [Verse 1]
Make the whole room stingg
All them little tweaker bitches on the pole
Ain’t got nothing on youuu-uuu
I ain’t looking for some trashy hoe
I’m only here for youuu-uuu
Saying I’m your ex man in the club
And saying your name is Felice
You ain’t ever an ex to me trust
You’re always my wife, Caprice
All them little tweaker bitches on the pole
Ain’t got nothing on youuu-uuu
I ain’t looking for some trash lil hoe
I’m only here for youuu-uuu
Why would I want some busted ass bitch
I know what it’s like to have a Queen
Yeah I know I was a stupid ass snitch
But I like how you’re nice and when you’re mean
All them little tweaker bitches on the pole
Ain’t got nothing on youuu-uuu
I ain’t looking for some trashy hoe
I’m only here for youuu-uuu
We all know the world is going to end soon
And there’s no point in planning anything
But for you I’m a total fucking Goon
Yeah for you I’m a drug fiend
All them little tweaker bitches on the pole
Ain’t got nothing on youuu-uuu
I ain’t looking for some trash lil hoe
I’m only here for youuu-uuu
So let’s try to fix this I need you back
I will get down on my god damned knees
And even if you step down on my back
I’ll just keep begging you, please
All them little tweaker bitches on the pole
Ain’t got nothing on youuu-uuu
I ain’t looking for some trashy hoe
I’m only here for youuu-uuu
[Intro — whispered]
Some people become examples.
Some people become warnings.
Some people become a ghost in the wires
[Verse 1 — Lazarus]
Lazarus, cold state hands,
fake job bait and crypto scams.
Wallet drain, proxy chain,
money leaves without a trace
[Chorus]
Black hats, gray masks, state ghosts,
who gets in and who gets close?
Keys get lifted, doors get crossed,
some chase truth and some count costs.
Black hats, gray masks, state ghosts,
names in wires, names in hosts.
Love them, fear them, loathe them most—
black hats, gray masks, state ghosts.
[Verse 2 — Kevin Mitnick]
Mitnick worked the human gate,
phone-line charm and borrowed faith.
Social engineering art,
hack the head before the chart.
[Chorus]
Black hats, gray masks, state ghosts,
who gets in and who gets close?
Keys get lifted, doors get crossed,
some chase truth and some are lost.
[Verse 3 — Paige Thompson / erratic]
Paige Thompson, then erratic,
S-S-R-F, the cloud goes static.
Metadata through a trusted gate,
Transgirl hacker people love to hate.
[Chorus]
Black hats, gray masks, state ghosts,
names in wires, names in hosts.
Love them, fear them, loathe them most—
black hats, gray masks, state ghosts.
[Verse 4 — Heartbleed]
Heartbleed, Open S-SL,
memory leak from a trusted shell.
Not one crew, just code gone weak,
servers bled what they shouldn’t speak.
[Verse 5 — Anonymous]
Anonymous, borrowed face,
DDoS from no fixed place.
Dox drop, mask up, fools scream how,
gray-mask storm in a leaderless cloud.
[Final Verse — Fancy Bear]
Fancy Bear, Russian-GRU,
spear-phish hook will capture you.
Poisoned docs, credential snare,
feel the claw before it’s there.
[Final Chorus]
Black hats, gray masks, state ghosts,
who gets in and who gets close?
Keys get lifted, doors get crossed,
some chase truth and some count cost.
Black hats, gray masks, state ghosts,
names in wires, names in hosts.
Love them, fear them, loathe them most—
black hats, gray masks, state ghosts.
Donald Trump’s Reflecting Pool
Is full of piss for me and you
He says it’s American flag blue
With the algae you wouldn’t have a clue
He whined that Obama spent $30 Million
And gloats he only spent $14 Million
For a big dark pool with algae by the Trillions
Fixing this is going to cost another Zillion
Donald Trump’s Reflecting Pool
Is full of piss for me and you
He says it’s American flag blue
With the algae you wouldn’t have a clue
Donnie baby always cries and whines
Saying others fucked up is his repine
In that algae pool he should lay supine
Watching him choke would be sublime
Donald Trump’s Reflecting Pool
Is full of piss for me and you
He says it’s American flag blue
With the algae you wouldn’t have a clue
Oliver Tree NO ESTA MU ER TO · Oliver Tree IS NOT DE-AD
[Intro]
Não morreu, não morreu,
no está mu-er-to.
Helicóptero caiu,
mas o plano era certo.
[Verse 1]
They said he fell from the sky,
boom boom, fogo no ar.
Mas eu vi de óculos grandes
saindo sem avisar.
Helicopter crash on the news,
todo mundo: “ay, qué pasó?”
But behind all that smoke, meu bem,
Oliver Tree still lives
[Pre-Chorus]
A câmera tremeu,
la gente lloró.
Mas no meio da fumaça
um scooter escapou.
[Chorus]
Oliver Tree no está mu-er-to,
não morreu, não morreu.
Fake crash in the helicopter,
and the whole world believed.
Oliver Tree no está mu-er-to,
ele fez só confusão.
Caiu do céu na manchete,
levantou com promoção.
[Verse 2]
Big jacket, bowl cut,
running through São Paulo rain.
Un bigote muy falso,
laughing like insane.
Todo mundo no Twitter:
“Is this real? Is this true?”
Mas ele manda um story:
“new tour, coming soon.”
[Pre-Chorus]
La hélice girou,
o céu se acendeu.
Mas quem pulou de paraquedas?
Não foi ele, meu Deus.
[Chorus]
Oliver Tree no está mu-er-to,
não morreu, não morreu.
Fake crash in the helicopter,
and the whole world believed.
Oliver Tree no está mu-er-to,
ele fez só confusão.
Caiu do céu na manchete,
levantou com promoção.
[Bridge]
Call the polícia, llama la TV,
tem um man on a scooter fugindo por aí.
Crash was mentira, death was a show,
marketing maluco, vamos go go go.
[Final Chorus]
Oliver Tree no está mu-er-to,
não morreu, não morreu.
Helicopter in the fire,
but the joke was on you.
Oliver Tree no está mu-er-to,
vivo no carnaval.
Enterraram só a notícia,
He’s alive after all.
[Outro]
No está mu-er-to,
não morreu, não morreu.
Oliver Tree tá vivo,
and he fooled me and you.
[Intro]
He didn’t die, he didn’t die,
he is not de-ad.
The helicopter went down,
but the plan was working fine.
[Verse 1]
They said he fell from the sky,
boom boom, fire in the air.
But I saw him in those big glasses
slipping out without a word.
Helicopter crash on the news,
everybody going: “oh no, what happened?”
But behind all that smoke, my dear,
Oliver Tree still lives
[Pre-Chorus]
The camera was shaking,
the people were crying.
But out of the middle of the smoke
a scooter got away.
[Chorus]
Oliver Tree is not de-ad,
he didn’t die, he didn’t die.
Fake crash in the helicopter,
and the whole world believed.
Oliver Tree is not de-ad,
all he made was a scene.
Fell from the sky in the headlines,
got up with a promo campaign.
[Verse 2]
Big jacket, bowl cut,
running through São Paulo rain.
A really fake mustache,
laughing like insane.
Everybody on Twitter:
“Is this real? Is this true?”
But he drops a story:
“new tour, coming soon.”
[Pre-Chorus]
The rotor spun,
the sky lit up.
But who jumped out with a parachute?
It wasn’t him, my God.
[Chorus]
Oliver Tree is not de-ad,
he didn’t die, he didn’t die.
Fake crash in the helicopter,
and the whole world believed.
Oliver Tree is not de-ad,
all he made was a scene.
Fell from the sky in the headlines,
got up with a promo campaign.
[Bridge]
Call the police, call the TV,
there’s a man on a scooter getting away out there.
The crash was a lie, the death was a show,
lunatic marketing, let’s go go go.
[Final Chorus]
Oliver Tree is not de-ad,
he didn’t die, he didn’t die.
Helicopter in the fire,
but the joke was on you.
Oliver Tree is not de-ad,
alive at the carnival.
The only thing they buried was the story,
He’s alive after all.
[Outro]
He is not de-ad,
he didn’t die, he didn’t die.
Oliver Tree is alive,
and he fooled me and you.
[Куплет 1]
[Девушка 1 — полный, тёплый, чуть хриплый голос; больно и мелодично]
тату звучали по радио,
Две девчонки — ток и яд.
В каждом клубе, в каждом городе
Их припев кричал назад.
[Девушка 2 — острый, тонкий, носовой, дерзкий голос; почти насмешка]
Школьный галстук, взгляд опасный,
Всё на грани, всё в огне.
Слишком громко, слишком страстно,
Слишком много для страны.
[Вместе — одна ранит мелодией, другая кусает ритмом]
Девочки из Москвы целуются на MTV,
Мир сошёл с ума от этой любви.
Девочки из Москвы целуются на MTV,
А потом им сказали: “Замолчи.”
[Припев]
[Девушка 1]
Это был последний хит,
Последний нерв, последний бит.
[Девушка 2]
Последний блеск, последний крик,
Последний русский поп-магнит.
[Вместе]
А потом — скука, скука,
Пластик, поза, пустота.
Или злость, кулак и мука,
Pussy Riot у креста.
[Куплет 2]
[Девушка 2 — быстро, колко, bratty]
Им хотелось шоу, денег,
Клипов, славы, MTV.
Им хотелось шума, сцены,
Чтобы мир кричал: “Лови!”
[Девушка 1 — шире, грустнее, но всё ещё хук]
Но когда игра стала правдой,
Когда страх пошёл ко дну,
Дяди в серых кабинетах
Объявили ей войну.
[Вместе]
Продали поцелуй,
Продали скандал.
Но когда он стал живым —
Кто-то всё запрещал.
[Припев]
[Девушка 1]
Это был последний хит,
Последний нерв, последний бит.
[Девушка 2]
Последний блеск, последний крик,
Последний русский поп-магнит.
[Вместе]
А потом — скука, скука,
Пластик, поза, пустота.
Или злость, кулак и мука,
Pussy Riot у креста.
[Бридж]
[Девушка 1 — мягко, почти плача]
Нет той дрожи в голосах,
Нет той искры на губах.
Нет той песни, где любовь
Пробивает стыд и страх.
[Девушка 2 — резко, насмешливо]
Есть эфир без кислорода,
Есть улыбка без лица.
Есть попса для хоровода,
Но без сердца, без конца.
[Вместе — нарастающе]
Если хочешь быть живой —
Будь готова стать врагом.
Или пой как все пустые,
Или бей железный дом.
[Финальный припев]
[Девушка 1]
Это был последний хит,
Последний нерв, последний бит.
[Девушка 2]
Последний блеск, последний крик,
Последний русский поп-магнит.
[Вместе]
А потом — скука, скука,
Пластик, поза, пустота.
Или злость, кулак и мука,
Pussy Riot у креста.
[Аутро]
[Девушка 1]
тату звучали по радио,
Как последний летний гром.
[Девушка 2]
Девочки из Москвы на MTV —
И весь мир за стеклом.
[Вместе]
Девочки из Москвы целуются на MTV,
Мир сошёл с ума от этой любви.
Девочки из Москвы целуются на MTV,
А потом им сказали: “Замолчи.”
[Verse 1]
[Girl 1 — full, warm, slightly husky voice; hurting and melodic]
t.A.T.u. was playing on the radio,
Two girls — current and poison.
In every club, in every city
Their chorus screamed right back.
[Girl 2 — sharp, thin, nasal, defiant voice; almost a sneer]
A school-uniform tie, a dangerous look,
Everything on the edge, everything on fire.
Too loud, too passionate,
Too much for this country.
[Together — one wounds with melody, the other bites with rhythm]
Girls from Moscow kissing on MTV,
The world went crazy over that love.
Girls from Moscow kissing on MTV,
And then they were told: “Shut up.”
[Chorus]
[Girl 1]
That was the last hit,
The last nerve, the last beat.
[Girl 2]
The last shine, the last scream,
The last Russian pop magnet.
[Together]
And after that — boredom, boredom,
Plastic, posing, emptiness.
Or anger, a fist, and torment,
Pussy Riot at the cross.
[Verse 2]
[Girl 2 — fast, cutting, bratty]
They wanted a show, and money,
Videos, fame, MTV.
They wanted noise, a stage,
So the world would scream: “Catch it!”
[Girl 1 — wider, sadder, but still a hook]
But when the game turned real,
When the fear sank all the way down,
The old men in gray offices
Declared war on it.
[Together]
They sold the kiss,
They sold the scandal.
But once it came alive —
Somebody banned it all.
[Chorus]
[Girl 1]
That was the last hit,
The last nerve, the last beat.
[Girl 2]
The last shine, the last scream,
The last Russian pop magnet.
[Together]
And after that — boredom, boredom,
Plastic, posing, emptiness.
Or anger, a fist, and torment,
Pussy Riot at the cross.
[Bridge]
[Girl 1 — soft, almost crying]
That tremble in the voices is gone,
That spark on the lips is gone.
Gone is the song where love
Breaks through the shame and fear.
[Girl 2 — harsh, mocking]
There’s airtime with no oxygen,
There’s a smile without a face.
There’s pop for the circle dance,
But no heart, and no end.
[Together — building]
If you want to be alive —
Be ready to become the enemy.
Either sing like all the hollow ones,
Or beat against the iron house.
[Final Chorus]
[Girl 1]
That was the last hit,
The last nerve, the last beat.
[Girl 2]
The last shine, the last scream,
The last Russian pop magnet.
[Together]
And after that — boredom, boredom,
Plastic, posing, emptiness.
Or anger, a fist, and torment,
Pussy Riot at the cross.
[Outro]
[Girl 1]
t.A.T.u. was playing on the radio,
Like the last thunder of summer.
[Girl 2]
Girls from Moscow on MTV —
And the whole world behind glass.
[Together]
Girls from Moscow kissing on MTV,
The world went crazy over that love.
Girls from Moscow kissing on MTV,
And then they were told: “Shut up.”
[Chorus]
Ain’t no one in that admin Black
‘Cept Scott Turner, who the hell is that?
And they said Hunter Biden smoked crack!
But even Candace thinks Trump is whack
[Verse 1]
Turn on the news, look at the frame
Same white faces, same white names
They say we got Kash Patel, relax
But where’s the rhythm? Where’s the Blacks?
[Verse 2]
They got the gold, they got the flag
They got the suits and the money bag
They got the cameras, got the act
But not a lot of soul in that stack
[Chorus]
Ain’t no one in that admin Black
Except Scott Turner, who’s that?
They said Hunter Biden smoked crack
But even Candace thinks Trump’s whack
[Verse 3]
Except Scott Turner, hold up, wait
Put him on hud, ain’t that great?
One name waving in the back
Like let the black evict the blacks
[Verse 4]
Candace Owens, wild as hell
Sometimes crazy, sometimes tells
Even she won’t ride that track
Even Candace thinks Trump’s whack
[Chorus]
Ain’t no one in that admin Black
Except Scott Turner, who’s that?
They said Hunter Biden smoked crack
But even Candace thinks Trump’s whack
[melodic beautiful singing]
If you’re gay
You’re a fucking bae
If you’re trans
You and I got plans
If you’re lesbian
I’m a fucking fan
If you’re bi
Holla, I say hi
[rough metal singing]
If you’re a fucking bigot
You could put your mouth on a fucking spigot
Of gasoline untile your guts burst
Fill your gay come loving thirst
[melodic beautiful singing]
If you’re gay
Well that rocks, hooray!
If you’re trans
Conquer all the lands
If you’re lesbian
Let’s have a go again
If you’re bi
Let’s go for a ride
[rough metal singing]
If you’re a fucking bigot
You could put your mouth on a fucking spigot
Of gasoline untile your guts burst
Fill your gay come loving thirst
[rough metal singing]
If you’re a fucking bigot
It’s likely your stupid mind forgot
That people are created equal
Why be so fucking evil
[melodic beautiful singing]
If you’re gay
You’re a fucking bae
If you’re trans
You and I got plans
If you’re lesbian
I’m a fucking fan
If you’re bi
Holla, I say hi
[rough metal singing]
If you’re a fucking bigot
You could put your mouth on a fucking spigot
Of gasoline untile your guts burst
Fill your gay come loving thirst
[melodic beautiful singing]
If you’re gay
Well that rocks, hooray!
If you’re trans
Conquer all the lands
If you’re lesbian
Let’s have a go again
If you’re bi
Let’s go for a ride
[rough metal singing]
If you’re a fucking bigot
You could put your mouth on a fucking spigot
Of gasoline untile your guts burst
Fill your gay come loving thirst
[rough metal singing]
If you’re a fucking bigot
It’s likely your stupid mind forgot
That people are created equal
Why be so fucking evil
You got the cutest butt
Lord I miss that butt!
That’s why I love no one, but you!
Come back. Gotta have that butt
Ain’t no one out there with a butt, like you!
Baby! You got a fine behind
Let me munch that butt
Yo don’t walk away, rewind
I gotta munch that butt
You got the cutest butt
Lord I miss it girl!
That’s why I love no one, but you!
Come back. Gotta have that butt
Ain’t no one out there with a butt, like you!
Even when you’re sick in bed
I know that butt is divine
I’ll always treat you nice, toe to head
With the hope of calling you mine
I tell you I miss it bad
Every night I wish
I could pet that little butt
Oh baby! Listen to me
Ain’t no one got that butt
Only you, only you!
You got the cutest butt
Lord I miss that butt!
That’s why I love no one, but you!
Come back. Gotta have that butt
Ain’t no one out there with a butt, like you!
Even when you’re sad
And even when you’re ill
Just remember I need it bad!
If you need it you know I will!
Oh girl. Back up that cute behind
Bring it back to me, rewind
Come back. Gotta have that butt
Ain’t no one out there with a butt, like you!
Christine, immer nur du · Christine, Always Only You
[Куплет 1]
Первая леди — Баба Яга,
Шёлк на плечах, за спиной — пурга.
Костяной дом, ледяной парад,
Смотрит без сердца на детский ряд.
[Предприпев]
В ступе летит над пустой мостовой,
Машет метлой над чужой бедой.
Сказка гниёт под дворцовый мотив,
Тихий дворец — золотой негатив.
[Припев]
Баба, Баба, Баба Яга,
Белая маска, стальная рука.
Баба, Баба, Баба Яга,
Детские слёзы — её река.
[Шепотом, пока всё еще звучит песня «Баба, Баба, Баба-Яга»]
Всё началось, когда она была ребенком —
Прекрасная и потерянная.
Её продали мужчинам; теперь же, став Первой леди,
Она сама продает детей мужчинам.
[Куплет 2]
Шляпа углами — как крыша избы,
Жёсткий каркас для холодной судьбы.
Крутится дом на куриных ногах,
Крутится леди в дворцовых кругах.
[Предприпев]
Баба Яга в лохмотьях летит,
Эта — в кутюре, но тот же вид.
Платье как панцирь, шляпа как знак:
Красота без души превращается в мрак.
[Куплет 3]
Она раздевает надежду до льда,
Белит её страхом, как мелом стена.
Кладёт её в ступу — там грохот и дым,
А песты мужчин выбивают режим.
[Предприпев]
Тук-тук-тук — по правде удар,
Тук-тук-тук — золотой самовар.
Но из-под пепла поднимется крик:
“Ты не царица — ты старый двойник!”
[Припев]
Баба, Баба, Баба Яга,
Белая маска, стальная рука.
Баба, Баба, Баба Яга,
Детские слёзы — её река.
[Мост]
В лесу не спрячешь мёртвый закон,
Не скроет мех ни страх, ни трон.
Хижина треснет, метла упадёт,
Правда по снегу к детям придёт.
[Шепотом, пока всё еще звучит песня «Баба, Баба, Баба-Яга»]
Она заманивает детей в сеть.
Она снимает с них одежду.
Она тщательно ошпаривает их.
Она бросает их в ступку.
Мужчины бьют их пестиками.
[Финальный припев]
Баба, Баба, Баба Яга,
Сгинет в тумане её слуга.
Баба, Баба, Баба Яга,
Свет победит — и сгорит пурга.
[Финальный припев — повтор]
Баба, Баба, Баба Яга,
Шляпа как крыша, в глазах — пурга.
Баба, Баба, Баба Яга,
Свет победит — и сгорит пурга.
[Verse 1]
The First Lady is Baba Yaga,
Silk on her shoulders, a blizzard at her back.
A house of bone, a parade of ice,
She looks without a heart at the rows of children.
[Pre-Chorus]
She flies in her mortar over an empty street,
Waves her broom over other people’s grief.
The fairy tale rots to a palace tune,
A quiet palace — a golden negative.
[Chorus]
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
A white mask, a hand of steel.
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
Children’s tears are her river.
[Whispered, while “Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga” still plays]
It all began when she was a child —
Beautiful and lost.
She was sold to men; and now, as First Lady,
She sells children to men herself.
[Verse 2]
A hat with corners like the roof of a hut,
A rigid frame for a cold fate.
The house spins on its chicken legs,
The lady spins through palace circles.
[Pre-Chorus]
Baba Yaga flies in rags,
This one’s in couture — but the look’s the same.
A dress like armor, a hat like a sign:
Beauty without a soul turns into dark.
[Chorus]
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
A hat like a roof, a blizzard in her eyes.
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
A strange outfit — an arc of ice.
[Verse 3]
She strips hope down to the ice,
Whitewashes it with fear like chalk on a wall.
She lays it in the mortar — all thunder and smoke,
While the pestles of men pound out the regime.
[Pre-Chorus]
Knock-knock-knock — a blow against the truth,
Knock-knock-knock — a golden samovar.
But from under the ashes a cry will rise:
“You’re no tsarina — you’re an old body double!”
[Chorus]
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
A white mask, a hand of steel.
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
Children’s tears are her river.
[Bridge]
You can’t hide a dead law in the forest,
No fur can cover fear or throne.
The hut will crack, the broom will fall,
The truth will come through the snow to the children.
[Whispered, while “Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga” still plays]
She lures children into the net.
She takes off their clothes.
She scalds them carefully.
She throws them into the mortar.
The men beat them with pestles.
[Final Chorus]
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
Her servant will vanish in the fog.
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
The light will win — and the blizzard will burn.
[Final Chorus — repeat]
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
A hat like a roof, a blizzard in her eyes.
Baba, Baba, Baba Yaga,
The light will win — and the blizzard will burn.
Warum versuchen, im Ranking aufzusteigen?
Warum ihr Spiel mitspielen?
Es ist ein Spiel, bei dem jeder verliert.
Hör auf zu spielen.
Hör auf, es zu versuchen.
Alpha, Beta, Gamma
Alpha, Beta, Gamma
Wenn du nicht auf der Liste stehst, bist du null.
Wenn du nicht rankst, bist du eine Null.
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Null
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Null
Bevor wir hier waren, gab es keine Worte.
Doch Ränge gab es dennoch.
Tiere, die für Ränge starben.
Alpha…
(Female voice vocalizing, male voice interjects)
Alpha…
(Female voice)
Alpha, beta, gamma, null
(Male voice)
Alpha, beta, gamma, null
Alpha, Beta, Gamma
Alpha, Beta, Gamma
If you’re not on the list, you’re null.
If you don’t rank, you’re a zero.
Alpha…
Beta…
Gamma…
You are null.
You are null.
Alpha…
Alpha…
Alpha…
Are you null?
Are you null?
No
Why try to climb the ranking?
Why play their game?
It’s a game where everyone loses.
Stop playing.
Stop trying.
[Strofa 1]
Došli su s novcem, bez srca, bez srama,
u grad pod vatrom, pod snijegom, pod ranama.
Bogati ljudi, a duše im jadne,
kupili nišan da gledaju gladne.
Kažu: cijena za dijete, cijena za ženu,
cijena za trudnu, za krv na kamenu.
Siromah hoda, bogataš ga mjeri,
Sarajevo gori, a monstrum se smiješi.
[Predrefren]
Ko broji marke dok majka plače?
Ko plaća smrt da se osjeća jače?
Sa brda gledaju, hladni kô led,
u gradu ispod — čovjek, ne plijen.
[Refren]
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na oči grada, na ruke nevine.
Pucali su, a zlato je sjalo,
koliko košta srce što je palo?
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na djecu, na sjene, na snove slomljene.
Nije to lov, nije to rat,
to je bogataški put u mrak.
[Strofa 2]
Alpha, lovac, gospodin iz salona,
u džepu pasoš, na ruci skupa zona.
Beta, trgovac, smije se u mraku,
traži bolji pogled, bolju metu, bolju ranu.
Gamma šuti, plaća bez riječi,
da tuđu smrt u svom životu liječi.
A dole žena vodu kući nosi,
ne zna da je neko već u nišanu prosi.
[Predrefren]
Ko piše cijenu na ljudskom dahu?
Ko pravi zabavu od dječijeg strahu?
Sa brda gledaju, hladni kô led,
u gradu ispod — čovjek, ne plijen.
[Refren]
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na oči grada, na ruke nevine.
Pucali su, a zlato je sjalo,
koliko košta srce što je palo?
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na djecu, na sjene, na snove slomljene.
Nije to lov, nije to rat,
to je bogataški put u mrak.
[Most]
Sto hiljada za tišinu,
devedeset za mladost,
osamdeset za tijelo
što nije tražilo rat.
Nema cijene za majku,
nema cijene za grad,
nema cijene za dušu
kad se proda za metak.
[Govoreno]
Nisu došli zbog zastave.
Nisu došli zbog vjere.
Došli su jer su mogli platiti
da pucaju u one koji nisu mogli pobjeći.
[Završni refren]
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
al’ nisu ubili ime Sarajeva.
Pucali su, nek ih historija pamti,
kao bogate zvijeri u ljudskoj koži.
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na djecu, na sjene, na snove slomljene.
Nije to lov, nije to rat,
to je bogataški put u mrak.
[Outro — zbor]
Sarajevo pamti.
Sarajevo diše.
Njihovo zlato
ne vrijedi ništa.
[Verse 1]
They came with money, without heart, without shame,
to a city under fire, under snow, under wounds.
Rich men with wretched souls,
they bought a gunsight to watch the hungry.
They say: a price for a child, a price for a woman,
a price for a pregnant one, for blood on the stone.
A poor man walks, a rich man takes his measure,
Sarajevo burns, and the monster smiles.
[Pre-Chorus]
Who counts the marks while a mother cries?
Who pays for death to feel more powerful?
From the hills they watch, cold as ice,
in the city below — a human being, not prey.
[Chorus]
They shot at the most beautiful women,
at the eyes of the city, at innocent hands.
They shot, and the gold was gleaming —
how much does a fallen heart cost?
They shot at the most beautiful women,
at children, at shadows, at broken dreams.
This is not a hunt, this is not a war,
it’s a rich man’s road into the dark.
[Verse 2]
Alpha, the hunter, a gentleman from the salon,
a passport in his pocket, a pricey watch on his wrist.
Beta, the dealer, laughing in the dark,
looking for a better view, a better target, a better wound.
Gamma keeps quiet, pays without a word,
to treat his own life with someone else’s death.
And down below a woman carries water home,
not knowing someone’s crosshairs already court her.
[Pre-Chorus]
Who writes a price on a human breath?
Who makes entertainment out of a child’s fear?
From the hills they watch, cold as ice,
in the city below — a human being, not prey.
[Chorus]
They shot at the most beautiful women,
at the eyes of the city, at innocent hands.
They shot, and the gold was gleaming —
how much does a fallen heart cost?
They shot at the most beautiful women,
at children, at shadows, at broken dreams.
This is not a hunt, this is not a war,
it’s a rich man’s road into the dark.
[Bridge]
A hundred thousand for silence,
ninety for youth,
eighty for a body
that never asked for war.
There is no price for a mother,
no price for a city,
no price for a soul
once it’s sold for a bullet.
[Spoken]
They didn’t come for a flag.
They didn’t come for a faith.
They came because they could pay
to shoot at those who could not run.
[Final Chorus]
They shot at the most beautiful women,
but they did not kill the name of Sarajevo.
They shot — let history remember them
as rich beasts in human skin.
They shot at the most beautiful women,
at children, at shadows, at broken dreams.
This is not a hunt, this is not a war,
it’s a rich man’s road into the dark.
[Outro — choir]
Sarajevo remembers.
Sarajevo breathes.
Their gold
is worth nothing.
[Куплет 1]
Я влюблена
В двойника Путина —
В его лысый череп
И лицо из пластилина.
Когда я с ним,
С двойником Путина,
Мы богачи,
Играем в «понарошку» чинно.
Он как копия царя,
Только лучше оригинала:
Меньше страха, меньше лжи,
И не пахнет подвалом.
[Припев]
Пу-пу-Путина — пустой внутри,
Шпионит ночью до зари.
Пу-пу-Путина — друзей-то нет,
Только страх и интернет.
Пу-пу-Путина — лицо как пластик,
Кремль пляшет, грязный праздник.
Пу-пу-Путина — царь без огня,
Настоящий Путин — просто фигня.
[Куплет 2]
Настоящий Путин
Лезет к лошадям,
Как старый слух про Катю
По дворцовым этажам.
Настоящий Путин
Гниёт в своём бункере,
Боится всей страны
И дрожит на каждом шорохе.
У настоящего Путина
Филлеры в лице,
Как старая разведенка
В дорогом дворце.
Лоб блестит, щёки текут,
Глаза — пустая яма.
Грязней, чем Распутин,
Но без секса и без драмы.
[Припев]
Пу-пу-Путина — пустой внутри,
Шпионит ночью до зари.
Пу-пу-Путина — друзей-то нет,
Только страх и интернет.
Пу-пу-Путина — лицо как пластик,
Кремль пляшет, грязный праздник.
Пу-пу-Путина — царь без огня,
Настоящий Путин — просто фигня.
[Бридж]
Бум-бум, двойник со мной,
Бум-бум, он не такой.
Бум-бум, басы гремят,
А настоящий — старый яд.
Бум-бум, в бункере мрак,
Бум-бум, царь как червяк.
Бум-бум, маска слетит,
И весь его пластик горит.
[Финал]
Я влюблена
В двойника Путина —
Он шепнул мне ночью:
«Настоящий давно сгнил».
Я влюблена
В двойника Путина,
И однажды мы споём,
Как старый царь себя добил.
[Последний припев]
Пу-пу-Путина — пустой внутри,
Шпионит ночью до зари.
Пу-пу-Путина — друзей-то нет,
Только страх и интернет.
Пу-пу-Путина — лицо как пластик,
Кремль пляшет, грязный праздник.
Пу-пу-Путина — царь без огня,
Настоящий Путин — просто фигня.
[Verse 1]
I’m in love
With Putin’s body double —
With his bald skull
And his plasticine face.
When I’m with him,
With Putin’s body double,
We’re rich as royalty,
Playing make-believe with dignity.
He’s like a copy of the tsar,
Only better than the real one:
Less fear, less lies,
And he doesn’t smell like a bomb shelter.
[Chorus]
Pu-pu-Putin — empty inside,
Spying through the night till dawn.
Pu-pu-Putin — no friends left,
Only fear and the internet.
Pu-pu-Putin — face like plastic,
The Kremlin dances, a dirty party.
Pu-pu-Putin — a tsar with no fire,
The real Putin is just trash.
[Verse 2]
The real Putin
Gets too close to horses,
Like that old rumor about Catherine the Great
Through the palace halls.
The real Putin
Rots inside his bunker,
Afraid of the whole country,
Trembling at every sound.
The real Putin
Has fillers in his face,
Like an aging divorcée
In an expensive palace.
Forehead shining, cheeks sliding,
Eyes like an empty pit.
Dirtier than Rasputin,
But without the sex and drama.
[Chorus]
Pu-pu-Putin — empty inside,
Spying through the night till dawn.
Pu-pu-Putin — no friends left,
Only fear and the internet.
Pu-pu-Putin — face like plastic,
The Kremlin dances, a dirty party.
Pu-pu-Putin — a tsar with no fire,
The real Putin is just trash.
[Bridge]
Boom-boom, the body double’s with me,
Boom-boom, he’s not like that.
Boom-boom, the bass is pounding,
But the real one is old poison.
Boom-boom, darkness in the bunker,
Boom-boom, the tsar like a worm.
Boom-boom, the mask will fall,
And all his plastic burns.
[Finale]
I’m in love
With Putin’s body double —
He whispered to me at night:
“The real one rotted long ago.”
I’m in love
With Putin’s body double,
And one day we’ll sing
How the old tsar finished himself off.
[Final Chorus]
Pu-pu-Putin — empty inside,
Spying through the night till dawn.
Pu-pu-Putin — no friends left,
Only fear and the internet.
Pu-pu-Putin — face like plastic,
The Kremlin dances, a dirty party.
Pu-pu-Putin — a tsar with no fire,
The real Putin is just trash.
[Strophe 1]
Ich bin verliebt
In Putins Doppelgänger —
In seinen kahlen Schädel
Und sein Gesicht aus Plastilin.
Wenn ich bei ihm bin,
Bei Putins Doppelgänger,
Sind wir reich wie Zaren,
Spielen würdevoll „nur zum Schein”.
Er ist wie eine Kopie des Zaren,
Nur besser als das Original:
Weniger Angst, weniger Lügen,
Und er riecht nicht nach Bunkerkeller.
[Refrain]
Pu-pu-Putin — innen leer,
Spioniert die Nacht durch, hin und her.
Pu-pu-Putin — kein Freund mehr da,
Nur Angst und Internet, na klar.
Pu-pu-Putin — Gesicht wie Plastik,
Der Kreml tanzt, ein schmutziges Fest.
Pu-pu-Putin — ein Zar ohne Feuer,
Der echte Putin ist einfach Dreck.
[Strophe 2]
Der echte Putin
Macht sich an Pferde ran,
Wie das alte Gerücht über Katharina
Durch die Säle im Palast.
Der echte Putin
Verfault in seinem Bunker,
Hat Angst vorm ganzen Land
Und zittert bei jedem Rascheln.
Der echte Putin
Hat Filler im Gesicht,
Wie eine alternde Geschiedene
In einem teuren Palast.
Die Stirn glänzt, die Wangen rutschen,
Die Augen — eine leere Grube.
Dreckiger als Rasputin,
Nur ohne Sex und ohne Drama.
[Refrain]
Pu-pu-Putin — innen leer,
Spioniert die Nacht durch, hin und her.
Pu-pu-Putin — kein Freund mehr da,
Nur Angst und Internet, na klar.
Pu-pu-Putin — Gesicht wie Plastik,
Der Kreml tanzt, ein schmutziges Fest.
Pu-pu-Putin — ein Zar ohne Feuer,
Der echte Putin ist einfach Dreck.
[Bridge]
Bumm-bumm, der Doppelgänger ist bei mir,
Bumm-bumm, er ist nicht wie er.
Bumm-bumm, die Bässe dröhnen,
Und der Echte ist altes Gift.
Bumm-bumm, im Bunker Finsternis,
Bumm-bumm, der Zar — ein Wurm.
Bumm-bumm, die Maske fällt,
Und all sein Plastik brennt.
[Finale]
Ich bin verliebt
In Putins Doppelgänger —
Er flüsterte mir nachts zu:
„Der Echte ist längst verfault.”
Ich bin verliebt
In Putins Doppelgänger,
Und eines Tages singen wir,
Wie der alte Zar sich selbst erledigt hat.
[Letzter Refrain]
Pu-pu-Putin — innen leer,
Spioniert die Nacht durch, hin und her.
Pu-pu-Putin — kein Freund mehr da,
Nur Angst und Internet, na klar.
Pu-pu-Putin — Gesicht wie Plastik,
Der Kreml tanzt, ein schmutziges Fest.
Pu-pu-Putin — ein Zar ohne Feuer,
Der echte Putin ist einfach Dreck.
El pendejo naranja,
gordo de la chingada,
se caga en todo el mundo
desde un jet Qatarí.
Al pendejo naranja
le regalaron millones,
pero jura que los ganó
mientras pagas tú por ti.
Engorda a sus hijos babosos,
les reparte el botín,
mientras vende al pueblo entero
con sonrisa de reptil.
El pendejo naranja
bloquea canales así,
con su culo de tirano
sentado sobre ti.
[Coro]
No hay corona, no hay perdón,
no hay trono pa’ ese cabrón.
Grita fuerte: no, no, no,
no nos roba el corazón.
Que caiga, que caiga,
que caiga de una vez;
el pueblo no se arrodilla
ante un puerco con poder.
El pendejo naranja
nos va a chingar mucho más,
si no le cerramos la boca
y lo echamos pa’ atrás.
Amenaza con la muerte
a quien quiere ser feliz,
a quien pide vida libre,
a quien quiere decidir.
El pendejo naranja
no es dueño de este país;
aunque robe como rey,
no manda sobre ti.
[Coro]
No hay corona, no hay perdón,
no hay trono pa’ ese cabrón.
Grita fuerte: no, no, no,
no nos roba el corazón.
Que caiga, que caiga,
que caiga de una vez;
el pueblo no se arrodilla
ante un puerco con poder.
The orange dumbass,
fat as all hell,
shits on the whole world
from a Qatari jet.
The orange dumbass
was gifted his millions,
but he swears that he earned them
while you pay your own way.
He fattens his drooling sons,
divides up the loot among them,
while he sells out the entire people
with a reptile’s smile.
The orange dumbass
blocks the channels just like that,
with his tyrant’s ass
sitting on top of you.
[Chorus]
There’s no crown, there’s no pardon,
there’s no throne for that bastard.
Shout it loud: no, no, no,
he won’t steal our heart.
Let him fall, let him fall,
let him fall once and for all;
the people do not kneel
before a pig with power.
The orange dumbass
is going to screw us much harder,
if we don’t shut his mouth
and throw him back.
He threatens death
to anyone who wants to be happy,
to anyone asking for a free life,
to anyone who wants to choose.
The orange dumbass
does not own this country;
even if he steals like a king,
he does not rule over you.
[Chorus]
There’s no crown, there’s no pardon,
there’s no throne for that bastard.
Shout it loud: no, no, no,
he won’t steal our heart.
Let him fall, let him fall,
let him fall once and for all;
the people do not kneel
before a pig with power.
Saja boys, Saja boys,
Pretty little trap toys,
Hair so soft, eyes so coy,
Built to ruin someone’s joy.
They know just how to pose,
Sad eyes, perfect clothes,
Lonely fujoshi hearts explode,
Down the rabbit hole they go.
Saja boys, bait on the line,
For girls who read too much online.
My sister saw one, lost her mind,
Said, “That one’s sad, so he is mine.”
She’s known one man, maybe one touch,
Now anime boys got her doing too much.
Saying, “He’s broken, I can tell,”
Girl, that’s a drawing, please get well.
Saja boys with the tragic stare,
Tiny waist and haunted hair.
One soft glance, one trembling sigh,
Now she’s writing fanfic till she dies.
Saja boys, bait on the line,
For girls who read too much online.
My sister saw one, lost her mind,
Said, “That one’s sad, so he is mine.”
Lonely ladies, gather round,
A new fake boyfriend has been found.
He won’t text back, he won’t call,
But he looks hot pinned to the wall.
Saja boys, Saja boys,
Pretty little trap toys.
Fujoshi hearts make so much noise,
All for the Saja boys.
[Verse 1]
सोफ़ों को चोदे, बड़ा बेहया,
झूठ का राजा, गंदा साया।
भीड़ के आगे खींच के लाओ,
उसका सड़ा हुआ सच दिखाओ।
बीवी संग वो ड्रामा करता,
मर्दानगी का नाटक भरता।
इतना क्यों डरता है भाई?
सच से भागे, गाली खाई।
[Chorus]
लाओ, लाओ, सबके सामने लाओ,
उसकी नकली शान गिराओ।
खरीदा गया, बेचा गया,
ओलिगार्क का पालतू हुआ।
[Verse 2]
सुनहरी विग वो सिर पे डाले,
सस्ते तमाशे खुद ही पाले।
आँखों में काला नकली धुआँ,
मस्कारा जैसे पाप का कुआँ।
मोटी-थुलथुल डबल चिन,
छोटी दाढ़ी में छुपे दिन।
काँपे जब भी सच पुकारे,
बिका हुआ ये ढोंगी सारे।
[Chorus]
लाओ, लाओ, सबके सामने लाओ,
उसकी नकली शान गिराओ।
खरीदा गया, बेचा गया,
ओलिगार्क का पालतू हुआ।
[Verse 1 — Repeat]
सोफ़ों को चोदे, बड़ा बेहया,
झूठ का राजा, गंदा साया।
भीड़ के आगे खींच के लाओ,
उसका सड़ा हुआ सच दिखाओ।
बीवी संग वो ड्रामा करता,
मर्दानगी का नाटक भरता।
इतना क्यों डरता है भाई?
सच से भागे, गाली खाई।
[Verse 1]
He fucks couches, utterly shameless,
A king of lies, a filthy shadow.
Drag him out in front of the crowd,
Show them his rotten truth.
He plays out a drama with his wife,
Stuffing it full of fake manliness.
Why so scared, brother?
He runs from the truth and eats the abuse.
[Chorus]
Bring him, bring him, bring him out before everyone,
Tear down his counterfeit pride.
Bought and sold,
He became an oligarch’s pet.
[Verse 2]
He puts a golden wig on his head,
Breeding his own cheap spectacles.
Fake black smoke around his eyes,
Mascara like a well of sin.
A fat, sagging double chin,
Days hidden in a scraggly little beard.
He trembles whenever the truth calls out,
This sold-out fraud, through and through.
[Chorus]
Bring him, bring him, bring him out before everyone,
Tear down his counterfeit pride.
Bought and sold,
He became an oligarch’s pet.
[Verse 1 — Repeat]
He fucks couches, utterly shameless,
A king of lies, a filthy shadow.
Drag him out in front of the crowd,
Show them his rotten truth.
He plays out a drama with his wife,
Stuffing it full of fake manliness.
Why so scared, brother?
He runs from the truth and eats the abuse.