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The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Tamada" (TAMADA) the performer of the song "Miyagi"

You burst onto the dance floor, your body beckoning me.

I'm downing tequila, tonight I'm the tamada (toastmaster).

Our glasses were burning, we're on a roll again.

But still, I can't get enough of you, baby, not enough,

Alcohol, party bomb, yeah!

I'll open it up together, a swarm of wishes will fly,

I'll whisper the password: "I'm one of you.

At this celebration of the soul."

Come on, pour it up, bartender!

The dance floor is teeming with bodies, sparks fly between us,

And we're at the bar with the guys, pouring drinks for anyone.

Come fly in while it's hot, anyone who's up for it!

Put your hands up, bitches, everyone here!

The sun has set and the shadows are gone, the cities have fallen asleep.

But in this ocean, we'll party till dawn, if we have the strength.

I approach you to ask:

— Will you give me your word, will you give me, will you, will you give me?

— Will you give me your word, will you give me, will you, will you give me?

— Will you give me your word, will you give me, will you, will you give me?

— Will you give me your word, will you give me, will you, will you, will you give me?

Chorus:

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, ta-tamada.

This crowd is asking to sing along,

And it's time to light up this celebration of life!

The dance floor is on fire, the fence is smoking,

The girls know who's hooked here.

Hands in the air, feet dancing!

This groove is a hit of sex.

And I'm manduraman, light it up baby bullet

Music sheets, Pitbull eyes!

Asses are shaking here on anabolics!

My body, this is a hot party!

Pump it up like a gift from heaven.

The DJ is back! Set the rhythm!

From night till morning, give me the beat, head!

Stop being shy, come here!

Give me your word, for I am the tamada!

Tama-tamada!

Hands up, my kavabanga!

Empty at the entrance, inside is my gang,

Love these styles? Love the bodies too!

Chilling with chicks, in their birthday suits!

Blinded by the light, and I'm Raggaton.

Gathering crowds, my Babylon!

Will you give me your word, will you give me?

Will you, will you give me?

Chorus:

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Woo-hoo!

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, ta-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tama-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, ta-tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Give me your word, for I am the tamada, tamada.

Ты на танцполе врывалась, телом манила меня.

Я поглощаю текилу, сегодня я — тамада.

Горели наши бокалы, мы снова на кураже.

Но всё же мне тебя мало, baby, мало,

Алкоголь, party-бомба, е!

Дружно открою, пожеланий лес рой,

Прошепчу пароль: «Я свой.

На этом празднике души.»

А ну-ка, наливай, бортовой!

Телами танцпол кишит и между нами будто искрит,

А мы на баре с пацанами кому либо наливаем.

Налетай, пока горит, кому не лень!

Поднимаем руки, суки, все сюда!

Солнце погасло и пропала тень, уснули города.

Но в этом океане мы до утра тусим, хватило бы сил.

Подхожу к тебе, чтобы спросить:

— Ты мне дашь слово, ты мне дашь, ты мне, ты мне дашь.

— Ты мне дашь слово, ты мне дашь, ты мне, ты мне дашь.

— Ты мне дашь слово, ты мне дашь, ты мне, ты мне дашь.

— Ты мне дашь слово, ты мне дашь, ты мне, ты мне, ты мне дашь.

Припев:

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, та-тамада.

Эта толпа просит ей подпевать,

А на празднике жизни пора зажигать!

Танц-пол горит, штакет дымит

Девушки знают, кто тут залип.

Руку в небо, ноги в пляс!

Этот движняк — секса напас.

А я ман-дураман, зажигай бэйба-пуля

Нотные шкуры, глаза Питбулей!

Тут в анаболике жопы трясутся!

Тело моё, тут жаркая туса!

Словно подарок небес накачай.

Dj вернулся! Ритм им задай!

С ночи до утра подай бит голова!

Хватит стесняться, иди сюда!

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада!

Тама-тамада!

Руки вверх, моя кавабанга!

У входа пусто, внутри моя банда,

Любишь эти стили? Люби и тела!

Кайфую с тёлок, в чём мать родила!

Слепит светом, а я раггатон.

Собираем толпы, мой Вавилон!

Ты мне дашь слово, ты мне дашь!

Ты мне, ты мне дашь!

Припев:

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

У-у-у-е!

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, та-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тама-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, та-тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

Дай мне слово, ведь я — тамада, тамада.

In his song "TAMADA", Miyagi uses the image of a tamada (a toastmaster at a Russian feast) to describe his role at a party. He is not just a guest, he sets the dance floor on fire, creates the atmosphere, and manages the mood of the crowd. He is the center of attention, everyone expects action, fun, and energy from him.

The text is full of metaphors and comparisons that convey the drive and heat of the party: "glasses were burning", "alcohol, party-bomb", "the dance floor is teeming", "bodies are shaking". The repeating phrase "give me your word" is an appeal to a girl to surrender to the moment, to trust him as the tamada who will lead her through this "celebration of life".

Miyagi uses slang expressions and imagery, creating a sense of frankness and closeness with the listener.

Overall, "TAMADA" is a hymn to unrestrained fun, dancing until dawn, emancipation, and a thirst for life.

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