INK & FIRE

Yeah, feel that burn?

It’s more than skin deep.

This ink tells stories —

Moscow to New York.

Let’s go.

Got ink on my skin, it's a map of my soul,

Every needle hit marked a piece of my goal.

Lines in black, scars in red,

It's not what I said — it’s the life I bled.

Piercings flash, no diamonds fake,

This is steel and truth — not just for the sake.

Six-pack grind, yeah, blade on bone,

Walk like a king but I came alone.

Precision moves, I breathe with care,

Every step lit like a soldier’s prayer.

Горят ночи, как свет в моих венах,

Тату на коже — мой путь, без измены.

Взгляд — лезвие, сердце — сталь,

Ты чувствуешь жар? Это мой стиль!

My body’s a scroll with a past so loud,

Stories in ink that never bowed.

Failed love, street dust, war in my chest,

Still I rise with a heart unrest.

Piercings gleam like fire and glass,

A rebel’s mark — you don’t need to ask.

This ain't style, it's a battle line,

Pain and beauty, perfectly aligned.

Ты не понимаешь... (You don’t understand...)

Это страсть, это боль, it’s the ink on my hand.

From Moscow to Brooklyn, the vibe’s still alive,

We burn with the truth — we don’t just survive.

Hot nights, fast bikes, no regrets,

Tatted-up dreams, cold silhouettes.

No fake gold, just scars and steel,

You wanna know real? Then this is the deal.

So when you see the marks, don’t just stare —

I earned each flame, I breathed that air.

Пламя в венах, улицы в глазах,

Ink and fire — навсегда в сердцах.