Sarius - Najshajs [English Translation]

[Intro: Sarius]
Flats, bad thoughts is all you see?
Everything you hear?
Aliens for strangers, not happy for everyone
It's not a f*cking Mickey Mouse Club
Mariusz is the profession of all of them
Although I'm far from a whore
They must hate me!

[Verse 1: Sarius]
The west suddenly stops picking up
Banging party, Sarius sailor, you die
How much you expect in this country
Cunning from the estate, there is no other
Mariusz teaching profession
Head to learn from when I remember
However, he preferred to sit on the floors
Authorities in older colleagues
Where the drug dealer is, clean
There are chairs, what, the police?
I live here, a view like a veteran of Vietnam, I will remember
Oh, come, live here as a saint
I can not f*ck you, nobody can help me
I know this feeling when someone dies
Reduce the mind to the child's level
A junkie without a putty, what from the ICU he is talking about
Because he must come again
Do not judge me after the sung chants
Because you do not have the right, everybody is doing it to the right
I usually went to school in sweatpants
Nobody has the right to judge me, f*cking
The fun will disappear as you no longer have a receipt
Tera is singing, and it's really siema
Now Lambada, you would dance next to the president
Now, you would tell something about everyone
Now f*ck you! Life is releasing a duck
This reflection would not be the last one
You already have these shards, and you do not have the courage
Your tales did not find
Cloths are losing their teeth here as they try to climb on mic
In comparison with the larger city
Here everything happens on older principles

[Bridge: Sarius]
Kick on the face, sand between the teeth
Someone's wounds and fear here
For heart honey, how to cry in the ambulance
He will help you again ...

[Chorus: Sarius]
So only the f*cking cash get me
I must have cash! I will be like f*cking him
So taught that cash
So brought up that cash
That son, for such toys is not us
Or ask your dad, he has it
Always this f*cking hajs
Always this cash, cash, cash!
Everything cool is cash
Everything that is expensive is the best
You have cash for di*k health
For boredom, for pains, for those sad moments and tenderly I'm f*cking you
I have my own cash
I do not feel any loss at all
I have my own cash
I do not feel losses anymore

[Verse 2: Sarius]
From an early age I played GTA II, not Miami Vice
I saw the one from Miami Cash in movies
They drove tons here on the grass drawers
From an early age, no one of my known people was looking at hajs
Who was rich the better dressed and it mattered as if you were playing the ball
And either to factories or trade and Reich
Are thick rollers and spade plus forest
Until the sixth grade, I did not ask for anything more than drinking when I played
Today this hajs literally decorates your face
I embrace times because I'm not old
In these fringed shoes, you have no chance here
Unless you wanted to get horseradish
It's just a theater and Hilfiger or Ralph
It's just monkeys want to liqueur and take drugs
Through Instagramy embrace se stuff
Put them in a cage, give them all
And here you have the paradise of existence of these larvae
And there are other things like views from the Tatra Mountains
Raising those who could not get up anymore
Look for this hat, which covers the face
Because these are the guys, which sh*t on cash
And they are f*cking away, so they have this cash
The weak would suck the egg for the money
They will show you where to do a raid for a club
Why does not the rag cause me to cry?
Why am I not so keen on this crying?
Why am I not so keen on your crying?

[Chorus: Sarius]
So only the f*cking cash get me
I must have cash! I will be like f*cking him
So taught that cash
So brought up that cash
That son, for such toys is not us
Or ask your dad, he has it
Always this f*cking hajs
Always this cash, cash, cash!
Everything cool is cash
Everything that is expensive is the best
You have cash for di*k health
For boredom, for pains, for those sad moments and tenderly I'm f*cking you
I have my own cash
I do not feel any loss at all
I have my own cash
I do not feel losses anymore

[Verse 3: Rogal DDL]
I go on traps, more stigmata
The tip is approaching closing the cabinet
Wrap your raps in the oilcloth
You will have gloss, like sugar wool
Put on your armpits, like f*cking in a circus
Or a butcher's shop, it's not Milka's fudge
Because violet stamp is not a violet from a fairy tale
Hawaiian double ham is flying
You asked about the model, you do not know what kind of Nike is?
Sweet Dreams Chinese
Such with green soles
In Sports Direct, ask, I'm sure you'll get it
BTW, though you probably know it
I will sell you this anecdote once more
He got up in the morning, went out to the cage before the cage - they got him a scythe
It is not punishable or threatening
I'm not a scarecrow here
If you're sitting in a box, it's innocence
f*ck the orchards and similar institutions
It falls into the construction and destroys
And I made you f*cking out of exclusion
I'm still learning, you're hurting the job
And banger, you gotta f*ck me
Kstyk! One, two, here, level with your leg
We'll see if you still remember the commands
I'm not f*cking f*cking anymore, you can not overcome this with a riposte
Rap not for pengas, se f*ck is flying
You have Pedigree PAL in the photo
I make you a knight of an ortalion (felicita)
He is hajs, he is bans, he is bans, he is hajs
Nice to meet you, she looks like the best
With you, dear, I can fly to the stars, Marlbora Light
You have French on your feet, so I give you a b*tch
You will not be the first to get better, something like a rainbow after the storm
This is the line that I would quote
When asked what quintessence is
I'm going to the city in red tracksuits and previously mentioned Najkach Reax'ach
Green systems f*ck you with your eyes and ears
Because they creak like an old whore after rain
But I dement because you misunderstand
The whores will not creak, let alone rain
They smell of violets and bloom like roses
Take her drink, throw the mefa
And get in straight with her to the jacuzzi
It's f*cking more than love
You really must be stupid
One likes it, the other likes that
And they love f*cking a plaque with a VIP
I do not have to argue that I'm driving an Esper with a mechanic with a broken silencer