Daniel Gimaev - Five brilliant artifacts of a mysterious programmer

North is not south, it is cold,

It is covered with snow, all taiga,

Miracles are around every corner,

There are bears walking barefoot.

Northern Lights at once,

Decorated the sky all for you,

Cranberries, wild garlic for you and me,

This place was chosen by fate.

Here people work, grow,

And they get married here too,

And friendship is Siberian,

One holds Cities together here.

Chocolate chips,

May I eat with you,

I’ll smear the corner of my mouth,

But then zatru made love,

Chocolate chips,

I loved to eat a lot since childhood,

I didn’t like cheese and ryashka,

We lost a lot of crumbs,

Chocolate chips,

You’re from memory basket,

You’re as sweet as a gift of carrots,

And it’s so hard to improve.

How much is opium for the people,

Ask how generous nature is to us,

Lenin, he was the first to praise the box,

Now on the box is his anthem,

Proletarians of all countries twist,

People from the people stir up,

Muti b hymn another, because they look,

But the goose is not a companion of the pig, holy,

He said we’d have cooks,

Edit from the kitchen, because they will sit down,

Vixens at the TV,

Why then does he use communism,

I wanted to plant it and planted it after all,

Perhaps he meant well.

Maybe he was right.

Money is asking for me,

I lift on-easy,

Money is asking to be put in your pocket,

I’ll give the boys free rein,

Money is asking for the table,

I’ll drop them, that’s a joke.

Mani-Mani-Mani,

Always full pockets,

I’ll translate everything in lava,

To be at the bratva.

Mani-Mani-Mani,

Come you druzhbany,

I’ll translate everything in lava,

To be like aces.

The cash gets paid to my account,

I understand the calculation,

Cash flies under the roof to me,

I’ll be in Badun with him,

Cash flies into the rings,

As in the trenches we are in the dust.

Cache, cache, cache.

Jesus Christ shed his blood for us,

His own, he did not steal, did not take revenge on them,

He couldn’t, because he’s not us, he’s our God,

And if you think you could, yeah,

I could, but he’s not like that, because he’s a God,

If you come and look at these,

His bones do not lie, he is holy to us,

You see, brother, he shed blood for us.

There were many cavaliers,

They entered the rush as masters,

They fought without brass knuckles,

But with knives and teeth,

In winter, summer and spring, in the blood,

They gave out punches to everyone.

It’s all golden in autumn,

It’s like a fairy tale from childhood,

With domes, with the sky, with foliage,

Blinded without coquetry,

With sunflowers, with fringe,

We’ve known each other since we were young.

Beyond the sunset I will fly,

Beyond the fog, beyond the polar,

Sweet, so to me, in the early morning,

I want to forget myself there,

I’ll fly up with the pretended,

The best hang glider,

Meeting me there with brown-eyed,

Provided for in a brotherly way,

Because beyond the woods,

For the taiga with blueberries,

They’ll give me a fucking welcome,

And in Russian with miracles.

The hills above the sky swam,

The fog covered them with a veil,

Where have you gone on the wind,

Probably to the arches of the earth,

Where the sea breeze rejoices,

We’ll be happy there-believe me,

I don’t need snow with you,

But only the warmth of your lips,

You know I don’t need taiga,

I like a breeze for two.

Let you dream,

Colorful Nice,

Meetings on the shore,

Scarlet sunsets hum.

This mana is just for us,

Below, the surf hits the wharves,

We are carried by the north wind,

We, like animals, through the fragile crust,

Like birds we will fly up,

We are like people, but they are not,

Just you and me, in this case,

We were joined, lay down through the calm,

The spirit of the Earth rose-for tea,

You know, even the hound verse.

Days pass, and you’re alone,

Just two paths, two ends,

I ran to you, not fate,

Too different, we’re not a couple.

Sometimes you find it, but you wait,

You leave, you lose, you wander.

I want to wish beautifully,

But I won’t bet on zero,

I’ll bet on the red jackpot,

I know they make bitches happy.

My life is mine again,

I’m free, but keeping an eye out,

Follow me, you’re losing your poison,

From cigarettes that will be inserted,

And I’m not sorry, not for a bit,

There will be no clouds in the way.

I multiply, the purchase is easy,

the Bank is not yet stingy in my hand,

I’ll leave the table-it’s time,

the heat has started here,

It’s just not for everyone,

Run that panther up,

Rise, fall, no,

My path will show me the trail,

This wildcat look,

I’ll have to harness it, by the way.

Here’s a Sharon Stone walk,

Though in the courtyard to you the queen,

The boys also stick around for all sides,

You’re not going to tap your shoes.

Don’t fight back, important lady,

The grooms incite wedges to you,

But you choose, you won’t get lost,

You’re being watched from all over the place.