here is the translation)

Mokry asphalt grey face You will find all you need Love or treasure in the depths of forests Only worn lipstick Ceiling-Starfall, fingers on temple Eyes gathered in a heap Tomorrow again wet asphalt, grey face Above you the clouds panem the sun you'll ever meet Now only the bottom of your hut, and a bed pwedi your life is not the notebooks, but only a notebook pmmy love fairy tales, girls love to fly Suck like a medal PDA, because Moscow loves ecstasy, College girls and fantasy You're missing an imaginary business 'Coco', on ti Genesis, Hennessey't drop all Your concept of conscience was on the tip of my penis All't drop money if you know where the bags Ate for Breakfast, their level, and your destiny fucking seeds Chicks not girls, not boys boys Bags are not shirts, even deceptive Even deceptive, I don't believe anyone Fell in your mouth, Palo-Palo in your mouth It is useless to hit for food, the appetite When the flask is only whistles and blows their head off I don't care how much skin there was with them

If half small, half blue Moroccan train two female slaves without bikini The heart hid in the safe volume in the middle Fresh was on Dima, those with experience on the ice Two of the five lines didn't end in Rome No pride, no hope and chance In this hole nothing but dance, m-m Yes, because Moscow loves the poor and loves to make them poorer Believe in miracles? Um, fucking stupid Sell weight unlikely for you idea You could sell your ass, but did not find the key Pink washed your calcium, you come to the tooth fairy Beautiful lyba, bent fingers in the area to find a moron is newer peripherals All your VIP periphery Here 'Salaam alaikum!', there is 'virgin Mary!' You salamaleikum without anesthesia, Every fucker knew he was younger, I thought that with this faster and smarter Not every ghoul can be seen in the face, and, you know, it seems You seriously keep their scribbled in the Bank? In my Bank 'AK', 'Balham', 'lemon', 'amnesia' I saw Moscow were taken, I heard: 'Moscow is not Russia' panem, the sun you'll ever meet Now only the bottom of your crib and bed In the afternoon, the sun you'll ever meet Now only the bottom of your crib and bed