Kyiv Route (МС Ded Mazai

ROUTE MC DED MAZAI Well, hello again, My hometown, Kyiv. So many roads my feet have worn, So many paths between the homes. So much is written on these streets, On stairwell walls, in words and lines. Every word has got a meaning, Every mark has got a story. OUR ROUTE Kyiv City, That’s the train we ride. Forty minutes of our lives, Rolling through the city side. Our commuter train, It’s right on schedule, every time. It’ll stop right by the edge Of this platform, just as planned. From Borshchahivka To Darnytskyi Station, Rolling down the railway line, That’s our destination. We’re getting close now, Ten more minutes on the ride. That train has almost brought us To the other side. Everybody’s their own champion In this life we live. It doesn’t matter what goes down Beneath the windows in the night. Fights break out in the streets, Two against one, or two against two. Everybody chooses What they think they can get through. YEAH. And if you step outside at dawn, On the grey asphalt, And see the prints of blood, Or even just a few drops, Then you know what went down here During the night. Competitions in the art Of smashing someone’s fucking face in. Believe me when I tell you, You gotta see the streets for yourself, Not just look at them From inside some building. YARKAI DREAM STUDIO: INTERNATIONAL UNDERGROUND!