| Introduction |: | Am | Em | F | C | } 2
| Chorus |:
Am Em F C
Warm Khrushchev-era apartment buildings, dark courtyards
Am Em F C
A kid comes down from a cold mountain
Am Em F C
Everyday hip-hop, everyday rock ‘n’ roll
Am Em F C
Paracetamol jingles in his pocket
Am Em F C
A city of pharmacies, a city of checkpoints
Am Em F C
He descends slowly toward the bridges
Am Em F C
Morning trains roll westward
Am Em F C
I’ll grow up, get an education — and kick everyone’s ass
| Verse |:
Am Em F C
In early childhood, you stick with your own
Am Em F C
Your brother, a track athlete, went somewhere before the war
Am Em F C
Your stepfather went to the factory every morning
Am Em F C
The world consisted of comings and goings and adventures
Am Em F C
Mom — hope, every morning like an event
Am Em F C
The demons of the subway say hello to you
Am Em F C
You will fight, but you want to love
Am Em F C
I want to burn this adult world
| Chorus |:
Am Em F C
Warm Khrushchevka apartments, dark courtyards
Am Em F C
The kid descends from the cold mountain
Am Em F C
Daily hip-hop, daily rock and roll
Am Em F C
Paracetamol jingles in his pocket
Am Em F C
A city of pharmacies, a city of checkpoints
Am Em F C
He descends slowly toward the bridges
Am Em F C
Morning trains roll westward
Am Em F C
I’ll grow up, get educated — and kick everyone’s ass
| Interlude |:
Grey: same old, same old, let’s change something
No questions asked
| Verse |:
Am Em
I sit with a serious sting
F C Am
With an object in my pocket, I can sting
Em F
My sneakers are worn out, Armani
C Am
Yesterday I went to the bar
Em F C
Morning hangovers interfere with life
Am Em F
But in the evening I mix vodka with beer
C Am Em F C
Because beer without vodka is like a passport without a photo
Am Em F C
I’ll leave early, let someone else pay
Am Em F C
Here, the sounds of the street are the brakes of the minibus
Am Em F C
And the voice of the street is Kharkiv’s Metalist
| Chorus |:
Am Em F C
Warm Khrushchevka apartments, dark courtyards
Am Em F C
A kid comes down from a cold mountain
Am Em F C
Daily hip-hop, daily rock and roll
Am Em F C
Paracetamol jingles in his pocket
Am Em F C
A city of pharmacies, a city of checkpoints
Am Em F C
He descends slowly towards the bridges
Am Em F C
Morning trains roll westward
Am Em F C
I’ll grow up, get an education — and kick everyone’s ass
| Interlude |: | Am | Em | F | C | } 3
| Bridge |:
Am Em F C | Am | Em | F | C | } 3
I’ll grow up, I’ll study — I’ll kick everyone’s ass
Am Em F C
I’ll grow up, I’ll study — I’ll kick everyone’s ass
| Chorus |
Am Em F C
Warm Khrushchevka apartments, dark courtyards
Am Em F C
A kid comes down from a cold mountain
Am Em F C
Daily hip-hop, daily rock ‘n’ roll
Am Em F C
Paracetamol jingles in his pocket
Am Em F C
A city of pharmacies, a city of checkpoints
Am Em F C
He descends slowly towards the bridges
Am Em F C
Morning trains roll westward
Am Em F C
I’ll grow up, get an education — and kick everyone’s ass
