Miyagi (his name Аzamat) and Andy Panda (Soslan) are from Vladikavkaz which is main city of Repablic of Northen Osetia aka Alania (Russian Federation). This track tells about difficult times, the tragedy of Ossetian people, life, about brotherhood and love for their hometown. If you are interested in knowing more about what the Ossetians have gone through over the past 30 years, check out the info about the Beslan school siege and Georgia's attack on South Ossetia in 2008.
Also, be sure to watch the documentary from Miyagi and Andy "CHARISMA (Документальный фильм)". In it, they tell their view of the world, creativity. English subtitles from the authors are present
I recommend just going to their official RU-vid channel "Hajime" and listening to everything in a row. I don't think that at least one track will disappoint you
My small ghetto won't leave me without an answer, Any polemic here is like a fucking House of Soviets, They excavate our roots, for real, our chances are little, This side of mentality is gaining new recruits. Gaining momentum, our beliefs have been rewritten, For grandfathers' actions the monuments have been raised, We used to cheer for love and anyway every single one of us is loyal to The romance of the districts and to the generations' connection. The discouraged has found his fire here - let it burn boldly from now on, I'm in a great mood and not a single fuck will change this: Not for nothing I'm dangerously dissatisfied by my dark side, I smoked the whole agony and spat out the compass Which screwed me over by telling me to drop all the good. My dear Ordzhonikidze1, the forge of heroes, And let all the evil burn down like Troy was burned down, As it's my Detroit, my paranoia. The exorbitantly pure side of me Was accepting all the guests fairly, Was smiling to those who were like-spirited to us, Was banishing any stench and absurdity. The beauty of this city was fiercely blazing, Was burning us by the news reports. I'm praying for you, Homeland, I'm with you till the end, for the life of me. The exorbitantly pure side of me Was accepting all the guests fairly, Was smiling to those who were like-spirited to us, Was banishing any stench and absurdity. The beauty of this city was fiercely blazing, Was burning us by the news reports. I'm praying for you, Homeland, I'm with you till the end, for the life of me. All the people were blown away by the wind, tears in the square, A new day started with a wise morning, I brought her roses. The human's destiny is pouring down the path with the kind light, Give them the strength and let all the adversity be blown away by the wind too. Moreover, moreover something is always wrong (fuck), I had the best intentions, that's the fact, It's either the desperation or I've made a fool out of myself, Or it's both. At first glance both heaven and hell are here, Click-clack, brother, as long as the word's bullets Are still looming in this device - at gunpoint, Anyone who's gonna invade our home is held at gunpoint, Don't stick your nose in here, Pinocchio, you'll be met with an axe. The five-storey apartment blocks still remember Andy, These five-storey apartment blocks are the nostalgia, and I'm stirring up the ashes of memory - I see my mom and my kind neighbors like they're right in front of my eyes, These flashbacks, they're dear to my heart. I'm representing this fraternal city, It has its own Batman, he's without a mask though, It has something to love about it, it has something to talk about, Come visit us if you enjoy dreaming. The exorbitantly pure side of me Was accepting all the guests fairly, Was smiling to those who were like-spirited to us, Was banishing any stench and absurdity. The beauty of this city was fiercely blazing, Was burning us by the news reports. I'm praying for you, Homeland, I'm with you till the end, for the life of me.
hook goes like: My exorbitant clean side received guests fairly. Smiled at those who were close in spirit to us chased away the stench and absurdities. The beauty of this city burned violently, burned with news bulletins. I pray to God for you, Motherland, close with you alone to the end, even if you kill me.
YAMAKASI - from Japanese this is a strong person (in spirit, in body), a song about what is in almost many countries (drugs, gangs, weapons ...). In the end, they bury weapons, so that everything would stop, so that people would live peacefully without loss.
YAMAKASI My small ghetto won't leave me without an answer, Any polemic here is like a fucking House of Soviets, They excavate our roots, for real, our chances are little, This side of mentality is gaining new recruits. Gaining momentum, our beliefs have been rewritten, For grandfathers' actions the monuments have been raised, We used to cheer for love and anyway every single one of us is loyal to The romance of the districts and to the generations' connection. The discouraged has found his fire here - let it burn boldly from now on, I'm in a great mood and not a single fuck will change this: Not for nothing I'm dangerously dissatisfied by my dark side, I smoked the whole agony and spat out the compass Which screwed me over by telling me to drop all the good. My dear Ordzhonikidze1, the forge of heroes, And let all the evil burn down like Troy was burned down, As it's my Detroit, my paranoia. The exorbitantly pure side of me Was accepting all the guests fairly, Was smiling to those who were like-spirited to us, Was banishing any stench and absurdity. The beauty of this city was fiercely blazing, Was burning us by the news reports. I'm praying for you, Homeland, I'm with you till the end, for the life of me. The exorbitantly pure side of me Was accepting all the guests fairly, Was smiling to those who were like-spirited to us, Was banishing any stench and absurdity. The beauty of this city was fiercely blazing, Was burning us by the news reports. I'm praying for you, Homeland, I'm with you till the end, for the life of me. All the people were blown away by the wind, tears in the square, A new day started with a wise morning, I brought her roses. The human's destiny is pouring down the path with the kind light, Give them the strength and let all the adversity be blown away by the wind too. Moreover, moreover something is always wrong (fuck), I had the best intentions, that's the fact, It's either the desperation or I've made a fool out of myself, Or it's both. At first glance both heaven and hell are here, Click-clack, brother, as long as the word's bullets Are still looming in this device - at gunpoint, Anyone who's gonna invade our home is held at gunpoint, Don't stick your nose in here, Pinocchio, you'll be met with an axe. The five-storey apartment blocks still remember Andy, These five-storey apartment blocks are the nostalgia, and I'm stirring up the ashes of memory - I see my mom and my kind neighbors like they're right in front of my eyes, These flashbacks, they're dear to my heart. I'm representing this fraternal city, It has its own Batman, he's without a mask though, It has something to love about it, it has something to talk about, Come visit us if you enjoy dreaming. The exorbitantly pure side of me Was accepting all the guests fairly, Was smiling to those who were like-spirited to us, Was banishing any stench and absurdity. The beauty of this city was fiercely blazing, Was burning us by the news reports. I'm praying for you, Homeland, I'm with you till the end, for the life of me. lyricstranslate.com/ru/yamakasi-yamakasi.html
THE HOOK: My pure side, my immense pure side Fairly welcomed guests Smiled on those who were near to us in spirit The stench and the absurdity of it all. The beauty of this city burned fiercely And the news bulletins burned with it. I pray to God for you, Motherland, dear one With you alone to the end, even if it kills
@Sean Tyler Tv Hi. I think you have already been told about this many times in the comments, but I decided to take a little time trying to explain what, in general, is happening in this video. It should be noted that both the song and the video are very personal for the performers, they are both from a city in which there was a war in their childhood, and they sing about two things: how proud they are of the place where they were born, and at the same time about how negative the consequences happened there after the war. They pull out drug addiction, unemployment, homelessness, crime, which is now flourishing there and hope that someday it will all end and their city will become prosperous again.
