Sam Lyrics (English Translation) – O.S.T.R.

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[Verse 1]
Work won't let me grow up.
454, the old man, will make the seaweeds sick again.
Give me back my freedom, even though this change is slow.
Don't tell me what I'm not allowed to do.
I'm smashing Russian champagne over a Volvo.
I'm trading Russian champagne for a Polmos.
Limited space.
The radio's gone—someone broke in through the window.
The trigger's off, because you know it was a lunatic.
With a Kalashnikov in my hand, I shoot like I'm shooting pigs. Bang bang.
No mercy. That thought arises in the back of my mind again.
Rye meadow, I don't drink with just anyone.

Just like with friends, many might not exist.

Simple and logical, constantly, cyclically, many act like extras.

[Chorus]
I'm alone.
When problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When problems start — I'm alone.
I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When problems start — I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When problems start — I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When problems start — I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When problems start — I'm alone.
I'm alone.
Silence, damn it.

[Bridge]
Every day I eat fruit puree, sprouts, tofu, garlic in capsules.
I drink cod liver oil in the morning. I've eliminated cholesterol and animal fats — except for cod liver oil in the morning.
Thanks to this, I don't worry about my lungs, heart, or kidneys.

[Verse 2]
Level up. Pressure: to be level-headed
I'm not afraid of a late night show like Letterman
I'm flying solo like a cyberbank
I'm inhaling with God through the open sunroof
I married hope, I abandoned hope
Realistically speaking, it cluttered my intellect
There are facts it's better not to know
On the scale of historical experience - another rendering
I'm not guided by a sensei. What would you do, I won't kneel?
Too much honor to tie my own noose.
Everyone has their own way of dealing with anxiety.
Wait, wait, I'll turn, I'll turn.
Everyone around has an antidote: from dried buds, to crystals, to opium.
We do it Polish, we do it after dark—in the face of the perpetrator, anxiety sows within us.

[Chorus]
I'm alone.
When the problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When the problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When the problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When the problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When the problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When the problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When the problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.
When the problems start, I'm alone.
I'm alone.

[Outro]
You son of a b!tch, if you think you'll get out of this so easily, you're sorely mistaken.