=Original version=

[Introduction]

Yo! Fizkult-privet, Liberty City!
Svobodny gorod!
Vstrechayte russkovo parnya.

Salut vsem blatnym kostyam, yo!
We're gonna own this mother$#&@ing city!
Vsyo budet nashim!

Vashi geshefty,
Vashi chicksy,
Vash geld,

Vashi tachky,
Vsyo! Eto gop-stop, mat' vashu!
Mother$#&@ing takeoff!

Eto ne prosto igra!
It's not just a game, mother$#&@er!


[Verse 1]
Begi poka ne pozdno,
Kak ulichny pos.

Ty chuesh nosom -
Krasnoporye sely na khvost.
Po svodkam MVD -

Osobo opasny prestupnik.
Mobilnick otvechayet
Shto abonent nedostupen.

Poka tebya ne poreshat,
Tebe nado reshat'.
V Rossii delat' bolshe nechevo,

Nado bezhat'.
But' ostorozhen shas,
Ne mayakuy koresham.

Net very nikomu,
No mozhet byt' est' esho shans.
Ty chuyal zapadnyu,

Ty znal shto pakuyut rebyat.
Pakuy monatky, brat,
Ne to upakuyut tebya.

Legavye vyshly na ohotu,
Po pyatam idut.
I nuzhen fart, shtoby ne prinyali

I tam, i tut.
Ty vstretish zavtrashneye utro
Vdali ot MKAD'a.

Begi, ty znayesh stopudovo,
Shto valit' nado.
I tam, za okeanom,

Ty postroish novuyu zhizn'.
Prishol russian boy,
Dada Sam, nu derzhis'!


[Chorus]
Tam eto ne tut,

Cosa nostra - ne bratva.
Rublovka - ne Golywood,
LC - ne Moskva.

Jin - ne vodka, a
Marlboro - ne Belomor.
Vsyo budet chotko,

Nado lish' ostatsya tselomu.
[Repeat]


[Verse 2]
Svobodny gorod
Pod svobodnym nebom.

Eto gorod khlebny!
Oni uznayut na shto ty gotov
Za dollar khrustkiy,

I pochemu ruletku smerty
Nazyvayut russkoy.
Russian boy gotov igrat'

Za american dream.
Nemeren action, polubomu
Nemeren extreme.

Vsyo eto plus konkretny risk
I esho pomnozhen
Na spetseffecty
Do sibirskih morozov po kozhe.
Pust' kto-to delayet gromkiye dela

Kak mozhno tishe.
Ty budesh delat' to shto dolzhen.
Ty dolzhen vyzhit'.
I esly zavarily,
To krutaya budet kasha.

Ves' gorod budet nashim!
I stanut ly tebya lyubit'
Ily nenavidet'
Ty russkiy paren'
I prizhmesh k nogtyu Liberty City.

I tam, za okeanom,
Ty postroish novuyu zhizn'.
Prishol russian boy,
Dada Sam, nu derzhis'!


[Chorus x2]

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=Tranlation=


[Introduction]
Yo! Hello, Liberty City!
Free city!
Meet the russian guy!
Hello to all the gangsta's, yo!
We're gonna own this mother$#&@ing city!
Everything is gonna be ours!

Your business,
Your chicks,
Your money,
Your cars!
Everything! It's mother$#&@ing takeoff!
It's mother$#&@ing takeoff!
It's not just a game!

It's not just a game, mother$#&@er!

[Verse 1]
Run before it's too late,
Run like a street dog.
You feel that the cops
Are following you.

According to police records
You're "particlarly dangerous criminal".
A cellphone is telling that
"The subscriber is not availible".
Before they killed you
You need to decide.
There's nothing more to do in Russia,

You need to run.
Be careful now,
Don't call to your homies.
There's no trust to anyone,
But maybe there's still a chanse.
You felt that there's a trap,
You knew that they've been locking boys.

Pack your stuff, bro,
Or they gonna lock you up too.
Pigs are on the hunt,
They're right behind you.
You need a luck to not get caught
Here and there.
You will meet tomorrow's morning
Far away from MKAD.
Run away, you know for sure
That you need to go.
And there, beyond the ocean,
You will build a new life.
Here comes the russian boy!
Hold tight, Uncle Sam!

[Chorus]
"There" is not "here".
"Cosa Nostra" is not "Bratva".
Rublovka is not Hollywood.
LC is not Moscow.
Jin is not vodka, and
"Marlboro" is not "Belomor".
Everithing's gonna be sweet.
Just need to stay in one piece.
[Repeat]

[Verse 2]
The free city
Under the free skies.
This city is rich.
They will know what you can do
For the crispy dollar,
And why the roulette of death
Is called "russian".
Russian boy's ready to play
For american dream.
A lots of action, definately
Lots of extreme.
All of this plus a serious risk
And then multiplied
By the special effects
Until the syberia-scale chills.
Let somebody do loud business
As silently as possible.
You will do what you must,
You must survive.
If they will mix it up
There's gonna be a nice mess.
The whole city will be ours.
No matter will they love
Or hate you,
You're a russian guy, and
You're gonna own Liberty City.
And there, beyond the ocean,
You will build a new life.
Here comes the russian boy!
Hold tight, Uncle Sam!

[Chorus x2]