Fisz - 30 cm

Aha! F.I.S.Z. Once again
30 centimeters above the sidewalks
Aha! F.I.S.Z. Once again for 2001
1 year - just like that

F.I.S.Z. Aha!
F.I.S.Z. On the beat, beat and DJ M.A.D
Once again, once

30 centimeters above the sidewalks
F.I.S.Z. approaches with force like dynamite
30 centimeters above the sidewalks
F.I.S.Z. approaches with force like dynamite
Like dynamite

Ladies and gentlemen, this man is called F.I.S.Z.
Just like Paktofonika approaches dozens of centimeters above the sidewalk
Approaching like a hurricane
And walking above, above all this trash
I walk like I talk
I talk like I walk
Lightly, smoothly, floating up
So as not to stumble with left or right foot
I move 30 centimeters above
So I look down at you
Feel free
Clap your hands
I look down
At a world that races without looking back
And I lightly, slowly - like a snail
I have my feet up, and my head somewhere high in the sky
Because they walk so heavily
Crushed by problems
I lightly, crosswise
Against all those who talk nonsense
Behind my back
I move with Emad 30 centimeters above the sidewalks
30 centimeters above the sidewalks

30 centimeters above the sidewalks
F.I.S.Z. approaches with force like dynamite
30 centimeters above the sidewalks
F.I.S.Z. approaches with force like dynamite
Like dynamite

I'm approaching
Make space for me, please
I hear them talking nonsense
Grasping at some miserable gossip
I am 30 centimeters above all this
30 centimeters away from stupidity and darkness
Sweat drips from my forehead
First drops
First sounds
First words drip from my jaw
They look at me from under their brow
Not understanding a word
So not for you, not to you will my speech be directed
I still stay above all this swamp
At a height of 30 centimeters
Keeping away, away from words of envy
Carrying content full of metaphysics and love
Because I am here
And who are you to judge me???
My hands are clean
I don't judge
I don't change my mind every minute
I am who I was
Wiser by a year
A step higher, boldly
I step with my big black boot
With my big black boot

30 centimeters above the sidewalks
F.I.S.Z. approaches with force like dynamite
30 centimeters above the sidewalks
F.I.S.Z. approaches with force like dynamite
Like dynamite

I'm approaching above the city
The city's dirt
Above the weed
Above what made it difficult to develop
I step with my big black boot
No need to avoid me from afar
30 centimeters above the sidewalk
My black boots lead me forward
I walk boldly
You can't stop me
I don't look back
And who are you to judge me?
You strut, you strut wide
Frowning unfriendly forehead
Squinting unfriendly eye
But I'm 30 centimeters too high
Too high

And who are you to judge me???
F.I.S.Z.