The meaning of the lyrics of the song "It's not enough for us." (Malo nam) the performer of the song "Miyagi"

It's like a movement outside the law

Freezing out the nations

Icons are being auctioned off

Blockbuster, a demon at the microphone

I heated myself up again

I hammered the anxiety into my own head

I was surprised by the failures, and

I climbed into this den myself

My trip is sober, honest nearby

Come back from a terrible fable

That was water, not resentment

Tears, but also joy on some faces

But I don't understand why

That or that degenerate was so angry

"Fck this world in the mouth!" -

Said the consumers

I'll chase away the evil noise with a beat

I was indignant:

"What kind of horror did these bastards cook up?"

The price was too high for that

The psyche grabbed an excess

I would take buckshot and gunpowder, and through the corridors

And while this city ran wild

I, as a hunter, would protect

These accesses of your naive eyes

When the support was dying

You opened your eyes to this world, as you should

Earlier, the guy, believing in human life

Was blind, and rather glad of it

Now it's not enough to be a child

Whose Angel's Spirit knew no sin, here

So that strange people without Gods wouldn't laugh wildly, loudly

Step-step, and the beard to the floor

Knuck-knuck, died for fun

Slap-dash - we judge everyone from above

Everyone around, but not ourselves

Douse everything sacred with gasoline

Let's finish off those killed by grief

Here, the one who was called a human

Sometimes an animal

We need little, little, little

We need little, little, little

Little, little, little, little, little

We need little, little, little

We need little, little, little

We need little, little, little

Little, little, little, little, little

We need little, little, little

Years in a lump, mountains in the throat

Years in a lump, naked in the throat

Rut, that's how we live

Lump-people in uniform

Gendarme

Laws are not our plan

You shouldn't mess with the clan

My brother did everything himself (woo!)

Maybe you'll find a nicer place yourself?

I see fckers and how rudely they tell everyone to fck off

A society of fcked up writers

You gave away everything sacred, you're not our friends (yeah)

How did they see the aura here (woo!)

That is blurred behind the shoulders? (ah!)

My skeletons are depressed

My lyre is for the world

This is an outro in the morning

My hand wrote it, and as if

I was about to leak the draft

But not here, fck, fck-confusion

Grief into the mic and joy too

We wandered with rap, got older

Give me five, to ours and yours

To our brothers too, we'll tell them

This is an outro in the morning

My hand wrote it, and as if

I was about to leak the draft

But not here, fck, fck-confusion

We need little, little, little

We need little, little, little

Little, little, little, little, little

We need little, little, little

We need little, little, little

We need little, little, little

Little, little, little, little, little

We need little, little, little

Будто бы движ, что вне закона

Вымораживающий народы

Тут с молотка летят иконы -

Блокбастер, бес у микрофона

Сам накалял себя же снова

Сам вбил в голове свою тревогу

Сам удивлялся неудачам, и

Сам залезал в эту берлогу

Мой trip - это трезвый, честный рядом

Come back из ужасной небылицы

То, была вода, а не досада

Слёзы, но и радости на лицах некоторых

Но не понять, почему так

Зол был тот или тот дегенерат

"Ебл, блть, в рот этот мир!" -

Говорили потребители

Битом прогоню злой шорох

Я негодовал:

"Какого эти баламуты заварганили хоррор?"

Плата залагала от такого

Психика хапнула перебора

Взял бы дробь и порох, и по коридорам

И пока сей город одичал

Я бы хантером оберегал

Эти доступы ваших наивных взоров

Когда погибала опора

Ты на сей мир открывала глаза, как надо

Ранее, парень уверовав в жизнь человека

Был слеп, - и скорее был рад этому

Ныне же мало быть ребёнком

Чей Ангела Дух не знал грехов, тут

Чтоб не смеялись дико, громко

Странные люди без Богов, тут

Шаг-шаг, и борода до пола

Knuck-knuck, помер по приколу

Тяп-ляп - судим свысока мы

Всех вокруг, но себя не в коем

Бензом облей-ка всё святое

Айда добивать убитых горем

Тут, человеком звался вроде

Тот, что животное порою

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало, мало

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало, мало

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Годы комом, в горле горы

Годы комом, в горле голый

Гоны, то так как мы живём

Комко-люди в форме

Жандарм

Законы - не наш план

Не стоит лезть в клан

Мой брат сделал всё сам (у!)

Может сам отыщешь место поприятней?

Вижу трахров и то, как они грубо посылают нахр

Общество, недобанных писателей

Раздали всё Святое, вы нам не приятели (да)

Как тут увидели ауру (у!)

Что за плечами размыта? (а!)

Мои скелеты в депрессии

Моя лира для мира

Это outro утром

Написала рука, и как будто

Я настроился слить черновик

Но ни тут то - ска, ска-смута

Горе в майк и радость также

Кочевали с рэпом, стали старше

Вырубайте пять, нашим-вашим

Братьям так же, мы им скажем

Это outro утром

Написала рука, и как будто

Я настроился слить черновик

Но ни тут то, ска, ска-смута

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало, мало

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

Мало, мало, мало, мало, мало

Мало, мало, мало, мало нам

In his song "Malo nam" ("We need more"), Miyagi paints a bleak picture of the world, riddled with hypocrisy, anger, and degradation. The lyrical hero finds himself in a depressed state, tormented by anxiety caused by the surrounding reality. He witnesses the collapse of values, people losing their faith and humanity, becoming "consumers" and "lump-people."

The image of a "blockbuster, where the devil is at the microphone" symbolizes modern mass culture that promotes violence and depravity. People who have succumbed to its influence "sell icons under the hammer," forgetting about true values.

The hero tries to find support in himself, in honesty, and a sober view of the world ("My trip is sober, honest by my side"). He recalls difficult times ("Come back from a terrible fable") but finds the strength to move on.

However, he is surrounded by anger and aggression ("This or that degenerate was angry"). People who have lost their faith curse the world ("Fck this world in the mouth!"), without trying to change anything.

The lyrical hero feels responsible for what is happening ("I would take shot and gunpowder, and through the corridors… I would be a hunter protecting these accesses of your naive views"). He understands that naivety and lack of faith make people vulnerable.

Miyagi criticizes the hypocrisy of society, which judges others but does not see its own sins ("Slapdash - we judge everyone around from above, but not ourselves"). People who call themselves human beings turn out to be "animals" driven by base instincts.

The repeating phrase "Malo, malo, malo nam" ("We need more, more, more") conveys a sense of dissatisfaction and longing. The hero lacks something important: perhaps faith, love, real values. He seeks answers to his questions but so far finds only disappointment and emptiness.