[Intro – EN]
Yeah, feel that burn?
It’s more than skin deep.
This ink tells stories —
Moscow to New York.
Let’s go.
[Verse 1 – EN]
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.
[Chorus – RU]
Горят ночи, как свет в моих венах,
Тату на коже — мой путь, без измены.
Взгляд — лезвие, сердце — сталь,
Ты чувствуешь жар? Это мой стиль!
[Verse 2 – EN]
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.
[Bridge – RU/EN]
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.
[Hook – EN]
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.
[Outro – EN/RU]
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.