Про жизнь Инглиш

We stomp on the asphalt with our feet,
Jamming to RAP music in our ears.
We head to places that may not be worth it,
But the heart is howling,
With only angry faces around us.
How can we not get drunk on sadness here?
However, we remember our mom and dad,
Our old sweet home,
And a friend from the neighborhood.
A tough lump rises in my throat,
But today, a hard beat is blasting from our speakers,
The lyrics simple, I hear.
I'm flying above the clouds with songs.
Dreaming about living without hypocrisy,
Stupidity, fierce hatred, Mistakes and enemies,
There won't be enough pie for everyone.
Warm spots, guys, get off the stove.
Grab a pitchfork because you're crazy fools.
Tearing veins out of your butts,
But I'll open your eyes.
Life will be harder than a puzzle.
If you come with me. It won't get easier.
And we'll climb mountains together.
Evil will fall silent.
And die, let our hearts shrink.
But hundreds of loved ones would be so happy to see us, you know?
As long as we don't run out of battery power in the middle of a shower or trip over some dangerous rocks.
I mean, if only my beloved's lips could warm me and the birds could sing in the sky.
The question is not really about being or not being, it's about living, you know?
We just need to keep moving forward!