More songs by Kai Angel
Description
Every step here is like a strobe flash: temptation, speed and a little chaos. The dance floor dissolves in smoke, names sound like spells, and desires burn faster than cigarettes. Everything seems like a toy - Lamborghinis, travel, status - but behind this glamour, there is a thirst for real heat, the kind that leaves marks under the skin.
Composer: Dmitry Itskov
Composer: Nikita Zvorygin
Lyricist: Dmitry Itskov
Lyrics and translation
Original
Premium baby, what the fuck? Пью дешевый креман.
Едем на кабриолете под ninety-seventy-five. В салоне сейчас жара. Я Дима, но не Дилан.
Пьяные навсегда, мы пьяные навсегда.
О-о-о, уа, она не хотела бы жить на Манхэттене.
О-о-о, но да, мы на приватном, на приватном, мы на приватном.
I see dead people, они за мной сейчас бегут. Хочу побыть один, но они уже тут, тут.
Я их вижу, я их вижу.
Слышишь, дизель ми, да. Ты каждый раз дизель ми, о-о.
Я в целом не против, но блин, что-то там в их руках, что-то там в их руках. Это бандит, дабл, она танцует на мне.
Baby, what the fuck? Пью дешевый креман. Едем на кабриолете под ninety-seventy-five.
В салоне сейчас жара. Я Дима, но не Дилан. Пьяные навсегда, мы пьяные навсегда.
О-о-о, уа, она не хотела бы жить на
Манхэттене.
О-о-о, но да, мы на приватном, на приватном, мы на приватном.
English translation
Premium baby, what the fuck? I drink cheap cremant.
We are driving a convertible under ninety-seventy-five. It's hot in the cabin now. I'm Dima, but not Dylan.
Drunk forever, we are drunk forever.
Oooh, whoa, she wouldn't want to live in Manhattan.
Oooh, but yeah, we're on private, we're on private, we're on private.
I see dead people, they are running after me now. I want to be alone, but they are already here, here.
I see them, I see them.
Do you hear, diesel mi, yes. You're a diesel every time, oh.
In general, I don’t mind, but damn, there’s something in their hands, something in their hands. It's a bandit, double, she's dancing on me.
Baby, what the fuck? I drink cheap cremant. We are driving a convertible under ninety-seventy-five.
It's hot in the cabin now. I'm Dima, but not Dylan. Drunk forever, we are drunk forever.
Oooh, whoa, she wouldn't want to live on
Manhattan.
Oooh, but yeah, we're on private, we're on private, we're on private.