AK-47 - Dary feat. Hinol

-You, sweet face,(*homie*)
-What's up?
-Tell me something... where are the days that won't come back, tell me.
-You have to look forward
-And only forward.

(oh Jesus, oh God)... (oh fuck) :)

God gave me a gift to keep my mouth shut,
To not, like the nightmares, have unheard punishments.
The punishments multiplied, though there were many more,
How do you live with that attitude? Certainly on a rush.
I was given a gift from God, my family,
my mother, the head of the family, a convoluted story.
I got a gift from God, my girlfriend,
my wife, my one and only, my inspiration to live.
I got a gift from God, a gift from God a chance.
I got it as I stood under a concrete mixer on a sled.
They let me go free, freedom I love and understand,
I can't give up freedom, I can't give up freedom.
I turned on the tap, a strong stream of
Cossack ideas that won't go into coffins.
Friends, they're many, but I'll do them all,
this is just the beginning, the autopsy is here.
I got a gift from God, a gift of rap
♪ The guy who gave it up on the stairs ♪
But it stuck with me Now I'm presenting a story
♪ That doesn't end nice, even though I bet on it ♪
so I'm doing my best to answer it,
so you can know what gifts God has given me
that it's worth fighting till the end, even though my strength may not be enough
that I have the support from people that God has provided for me.
I have received a gift from God, what is your will on earth.
I am not afraid of thorns, but of whether someone would appreciate it,
if they'd put me on and change my face.
I have been given the gift of teaching people to be true to
to their passions and values, because without that they will be poor.
I learned to listen, although I don't like to listen to bullshit,
I learn from my mistakes too, it's my daily bread,
it's a trump card, they don't hear a second time, I'll tell them.

-Hinol, brother, why is it that when you get a chance the wind blows harder in your eyes?
-I don't know, I just run ahead, like everyone else,
sometimes I speed up, then I feel the wind on my face.
-Hinol tell me, where are the days (beautiful days) that will not come back?
-They disappear because they have to, they leave us a blank white card and a pen to create tomorrow, today.

Mordo, you have a piece of paper, write with your head,
because what you write today will one day be you,
and an unpleasant truth, or a very colorful future,
or you'll either see the light or you'll sink to the bottom.
Bravo to those who learn from their mistakes,
for those who see the cause, not just the effect.
A minus is a plus when you have a humble heart,
sadness is a dark passage, leads to a better place.
As a result of many of these experiences, it is hard to believe
that a man still wants to live and believes
that somewhere behind the clouds a beautiful day is still going on,
and God will give him as much as he can carry when the time comes,
Laughter and tears meet, only humility will help the course,
so it's a constant spontaneity, I doubt the six of the dart, in my prayers
Please leave me, let it be as it is already - a request.

(One must look forward and only forward)