This track is an English-language adaptation of my Russian-language hip-hop track, recorded at a studio in Ust-Kamenogorsk, Kazakhstan, in 2009, in collaboration with a local hip-hop artist named Viktor "StarScream" Tsoi (his first and last names are real; he has Korean roots). The first verse has been completely reworked, including the choruses and the final bridge. Verse 2 remains unchanged, except for the English adaptation. The original title of the Russian-language track has been preserved and translated into English. Original song: https://suno.com/s/G3CfjLTJavkUCiAk Этот трек — англоязычная адаптация моего русскоязычного хип-хоп трека, записанного в студии в Усть-Каменогорске, республика Казахстан, в 2009 году в сотрудничестве с местным хип-хоп исполнителем Виктором «StarScream» Цоем (его имя и фамилия настоящие; у него корейские корни). Первый куплет полностью переработан, включая припевы и финальный бридж. Второй куплет остался без изменений, за исключением английской адаптации. Оригинальное название русскоязычного трека сохранено и переведено на английский язык. Оригинальная песня: https://suno.com/s/G3CfjLTJavkUCiAk .................................... [Verse 1] The city lives, it's concrete and steel through and through, Cut into pieces by tram tracks tracing its map true blue. Under the sun's gaze, yet warmth eludes every embrace, Heading downtown with headphones on, where heart beats in pace. There I relive childhood, under parties' echoes and tears ( Deck is Alive!!!), Walking these streets while you dream careers in colleges severe. Chewing academic rocks, my feet already sink deep in dirt (and dust). In my pocket lies the last bill, one unit followed by three zeroes. Too little, won't suffice till paycheck arrives, everything I'll spend away. Repeating, way too little, oh how I wish dreams would obey. And here's delight, a text about salary credited comes my way. Sorting these lines in stacks of emails, almost teared up today. Friends left behind, only I roam like a nomad straight, Trust me on this word right here, recorded this very date. Ust-Kamenogorsk's might matches Chelyabinsk's power just great. [Chorus] Hundreds of stories linked by plotlines unseen, Beneath smog-dome transformed into legends so keen. City of smog, poisonous childhood embraced, A few lines dedicated to city's heart chased. Smokey town, fully immersed in hazy fog, Can't abandon what's sealed over fresh tarlogged. Nobody stays abandoned or forgotten from past's grasp, Visit us anytime, roads wide-open at last. [Verse 2] Streets we grew up under venomous skies so bright, City conceals our destinies within concrete walls tight. This tale, BROOOO, we've authored ourselves alright (ourselves alone). City hums toxic voices vibrating day-night. Believe, no return path exists, two directions ahead, Goal as outcome reprezenting movement instead. Echoing poems in memory serving as cure supreme, City of smog EYE KAY EYE city of youth's theme. Still remains unchanged, rap acts vaccine-like for ill-fate, Price of respect BROooO - friendly HEAR-TZ (heart). Seems this music not street-born, rather underground dwellings, Tunnel rats live here still, nonetheless proving themselves. Streets we grew up resonate with our voices' rings (voices ring). City of smog beneath venomous heavens clings. My city of smog, sky filled with acrid smoke plumes, Mid-room with rap solo facing solitude blooms (yoouuuw). [Chorus] Hundreds of stories linked by plotlines unseen, Beneath smog-dome transformed into legends so keen. City of smog, poisonous childhood embraced, A few lines dedicated to city's heart chased. Smokey town, fully immersed in hazy fog, Can't abandon what's sealed over fresh tarlogged. Nobody stays abandoned or forgotten from past's grasp, Visit us anytime, roads wide-open at last. [Bridge 1] Nothing nor anyone gets left behind lost or ignored, Especially those times when boys we were explored. Sitting in park, scratching poisonous matchsticks galore, Burn letters turning useless, setting them ablaze no more. [Bridge 2] My utopia lies thousands kilometers apart from center core, Where friends valued high, prices low—who gives a damn anymore? Cost of respect exceeds new car's worth by far score, My city of smog keeps calling, how could it be otherwise more? [Outro] Hundreds of stories linked by plotlines unseen, Beneath smog-dome transformed into legends so keen. City of smog, poisonous childhood embraced, A few lines dedicated to city's heart chased. Smokey town, fully immersed in hazy fog, Can't abandon what's sealed over fresh tarlogged. Nobody stays abandoned or forgotten from past's grasp, Visit us anytime, roads wide-open at last!
