[Verse 1]
[A-Baga]

Have you ever felt pain or have you ever been shocked?
I had. It had happened last summer, 2007, (yeah)
I [bad word] home by train when my mobile phone (really)
Received a massage: my homie has gone to another world.
I couldn't go to sleep, I couldn't shot my eyes.
I couldn't think about it, it was unbelievable at once.
But time treats all the wounds, it passed day after day
And I got used not to shake his hand when I saw homies everyday.
My dear friend, you've gone so young, 16 is just a blink,
But you had time to leave behind you such a big trace.
We are votaries of the same muse,
Although your was rock and my is rap.
You weren't like another rockers, you were kind & spare.
We weren't close friends but I know you were a great homie.
You never splashed your anger at people you treated with contempt,
You could forgive 'em all, you didn't like
And tried to change something in our [bad word] #39; life.
You had big plans to [bad word] the world star
But just one second changed everything, your life became the past.
Where did you go? To nonexistence or to new world,
Where you are needed more then on the Earth? (Yeah).
How is it there, my friend, tell me it in my dreams.
Is it better than the Earth, does it worth to live?
I know, it's worth but maybe we should stop
To be afraid of death. The time [bad word] and soul
Will change the place to live. Lord,
I saw his parents and I hope you also saw them.
I pray for everybody do not ever feel that.
Take care of his little sister, at that time she was just 8.
She suffered so much, maybe it's time for something great?
It ain't my habbit to give somebody an advice,
But how can she be happy now just lookin' at the stars?
And to get up because of pillow is wet of tears,
Never seeing anymore bright and happy dreams.
I saw a lot of people mourning that he has gone.
I saw wreathes, there was written "For my darling son."
I saw his mother ready to lie with him in grave.
I heared his granny yellin' now and after 40 days.
I saw some horror films but that was not so scary.
The couple of times I took part [bad word] but it wasn't so scary.
The scariest thing is to stand among that crowd,
Where everybody spread his negative energy and it scolds your body.
You read japanese poetry. you understood it mostly.
I will be missing your philosophical talks and poetry.
You never minded what the [bad word] #39; people think of you.
I think there weren't such 'cause everybody loved you. (Yeah).
You were so silent homie, (really) and never got [bad word]  (Never).
You never stired up conflicts and always tried to stop them. 
Why is he gone, God, is it devil and his tricks?
If it is so, God, give me strength to stop this [bad word] 
You was so good child for your parents, I never saw you [bad word] 
And nothing came to you easily, you used to work hard.
You never smoked anything: dope, weed and all this [bad word] 
You never came home stoned, though your encirclement did.
You were one from not a lot, who could give an example,
To the next generation how to make it wonderful
Without violence and revenge, just build it on the love & wealth.
But life made some arrangements. It is unforseen and savage.
And the red sun shines at last bright at the field of graves
Payin' its last tribute to you, leadin' you to your last way.
Murdoc R.I.P.