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Стоят на пороге дверей нового века.
Под опекой дьявола по своей воле
Фальшивые лужи превращаются в море.
Но у каждого есть свой выбор, у всех разные дороги
Покинуть мир с честью или уносить ноги от врагов.
Конечно, лучше жить, чем умереть.
Я бы поменял позор на красивую смерть.
За слова я отвечаю, за поступки тем более.
Я боли видел много, но это не играло роли.
Мне на раны соли не сыпали, когда надо было.
Я жил только для своих, остальное заебало.
Но меня забыли те, кого я не забуду,
Продали себя, обрели облик Иуды.
Мечтали жить вечно, спасая шкуру бегством
Жалкие особы не достойные даже мести.
Мы не забыли удар в спину от близких,
Когда нам было трудно, когда мы падали низко.
Мыслей нет в голове о мести, Бог рассудит.
С нами далеко не ангелы, простые люди.
А вы, что святого знаете?
Смотрели в честные глаза или жали руки,
Что не пачкались кровью?
Видели в лицо того, кто до самой смерти верный?
Никому не верю я, все мы лицемеры.
Кто за свою шкуру не боится? Кто готов биться честно?
Об этом разговоры неуместны. Шагали вместе
По отрезку жизни, а теперь я лишний.
Никогда не думал, что нас разделят тыщи.
Кто-то ищет славу, кидает друга, как шалаву,
Лишь бы было имя, куча денег на халяву.
Какие нравы у тех, кто куплен с потрохами?
Как правило такие не меняются с годами.
Что делать, Боже?
Своя душа - потёмки, чужая - лес непроходимый.
Может поможешь?
Враг будет сильным, но клин вышибают клином.
Что делать, Боже?
Своя душа - потёмки, чужая - лес непроходимый.
Может поможешь?
Враг будет сильным, но клин вышибают клином.
Своя душа - потёмки, чужая - лес непроходимый.
И сколько не были б знакомы, может выкинуть номер
Такой галимый братан родимый, что опыт мнимый
Облетит с мозгов пухом тополиным.
Свиньи были нашими предками, а не обезьяны,
Если учесть, что друг стоит меньше набитых карманов.
Любовь рядом с распухшим кошельком заметно блекнет,
После этого с трудом назваться можно человеком.
Подножка, пуля в спину прямо между лопаток,
А сзади был только братка. Что это - рок или фатум?
Всё проще, мистики нет, с недавних пор в нашем мире
То, что раньше ценилось люди заметно уценили.
Свив своё гнездо, забивай его хламом,
Наслаждаясь блеском, лоском, кайфом броской рекламой.
Мы забыли, кем были, кого любили, чем жили,
Строя новый дивный мир - то ли Эдем, то ли могилу.
Е! Карандаш и Рецидив в одном треке! Е!
Как сердце разбить?
Достаточно кинуть его или уронить.
Совершить ошибку проще, чем не совершить,
Потерять друга проще, чем сохранить.
Многие мужчины, полюбив ямочку на щеке,
По ошибке женятся на всей женщине.
Многие женщины, ха-ха, огромная ошибка -
Они верят мужчине.
Главное доверие - многие проверили,
Главное любовь - не каждый согласится, вряд ли.
Даже шлюхи испытывают чувства,
Даже менты испытывают чувства,
Даже убийцы испытывают чувства.
Что же о предателях? На этом месте пусто!
Не важно, за идею или за капусту.
Сначала гнев, потом их жалко и грустно!
Что делать, Боже?
Своя душа - потёмки, чужая - лес непроходимый.
Может поможешь?
Враг будет сильным, но клин вышибают клином.
Что делать, Боже?
Своя душа - потёмки, чужая - лес непроходимый.
Может поможешь?
Враг будет сильным, но клин вышибают клином.
They stand on the threshold of the doors of the new century.
Under the care of the devil of his own free will
Fake puddles turn into sea.
But everyone has their own choice, everyone has different roads
Leave the world with honor or take your legs from enemies.
Of course, it is better to live than to die.
I would have changed a shame on a beautiful death.
I am responsible for the words, all the more for actions.
I saw a lot of pain, but this did not play a role.
Salt did not pour me on the wounds when it was necessary.
I lived only for my own, the rest was fucked up.
But I was forgotten by those whom I will not forget
They sold themselves, gained the POSSISTY of Judas.
They dreamed of living forever, saving the skin with a flight
Miserable persons are not worthy of even revenge.
We did not forget the blow to the back from loved ones
When it was difficult for us, when we fell low.
There is no thoughts in the head of revenge, God will judge.
Angels, ordinary people with us.
Do you know what you know?
We looked into honest eyes or sting their hands
That they were not dirty with blood?
Have you seen the one who is faithful until his death?
I do not believe anyone, we are all hypocrites.
Who is not afraid for his own skin? Who is ready to beat honestly?
The conversations are inappropriate about this. Shagali together
For a segment of life, and now I'm superfluous.
I never thought that we would share my thousands.
Someone is looking for fame, throwing a friend like a slut,
If only there was a name, a lot of money for free.
What are those who have been bought with giblets?
As a rule, these do not change over the years.
What to do, God?
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
Can you help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by the wedge.
What to do, God?
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
Can you help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by the wedge.
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
And how many were not familiar with, can throw out the number
Such a galle -brothers is darling that the experience is imaginary
It will fly from the brains of Popolin's fluff.
Pigs were our ancestors, not monkeys,
If we take into account that a friend costs less pockets.
Love next to the swollen wallet noticeably fades,
After that, it is difficult to call a person.
Footboard, bullet in the back right between the shoulder blades,
And behind was only a brother. What is it - rock or fatum?
Everything is simpler, there is no mysticism, recently in our world
The fact that people used to be noticeably fascinated.
Walking your nest, clog it with trash,
Enjoying the brilliance, gloss, high with catchy advertising.
We forgot who we were, who we loved, what we lived,
Building a new marvelous world - either Eden or the grave.
E! Pencil and relapse in one track! E!
How to break the heart?
It is enough to throw it or drop it.
Making a mistake is easier than not to make,
Losing a friend is easier than saving.
Many men, having loved the dimple on the cheek,
By mistake, they marry the whole woman.
Many women, ha ha, a huge mistake -
They believe the man.
The main trust is that many have checked
The main thing is love - not everyone will agree, hardly.
Even whores experience feelings
Even cops experience feelings
Even the killers experience feelings.
What about traitors? It is empty in this place!
It doesn’t matter for an idea or for cabbage.
At first anger, then they are sorry and sad!
What to do, God?
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
Can you help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by the wedge.
What to do, God?
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
Can you help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by the wedge.
Under the care of the devil of his own free will
Fake puddles turn into sea.
But everyone has their own choice, everyone has different roads
Leave the world with honor or take your legs from enemies.
Of course, it is better to live than to die.
I would have changed a shame on a beautiful death.
I am responsible for the words, all the more for actions.
I saw a lot of pain, but this did not play a role.
Salt did not pour me on the wounds when it was necessary.
I lived only for my own, the rest was fucked up.
But I was forgotten by those whom I will not forget
They sold themselves, gained the POSSISTY of Judas.
They dreamed of living forever, saving the skin with a flight
Miserable persons are not worthy of even revenge.
We did not forget the blow to the back from loved ones
When it was difficult for us, when we fell low.
There is no thoughts in the head of revenge, God will judge.
Angels, ordinary people with us.
Do you know what you know?
We looked into honest eyes or sting their hands
That they were not dirty with blood?
Have you seen the one who is faithful until his death?
I do not believe anyone, we are all hypocrites.
Who is not afraid for his own skin? Who is ready to beat honestly?
The conversations are inappropriate about this. Shagali together
For a segment of life, and now I'm superfluous.
I never thought that we would share my thousands.
Someone is looking for fame, throwing a friend like a slut,
If only there was a name, a lot of money for free.
What are those who have been bought with giblets?
As a rule, these do not change over the years.
What to do, God?
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
Can you help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by the wedge.
What to do, God?
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
Can you help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by the wedge.
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
And how many were not familiar with, can throw out the number
Such a galle -brothers is darling that the experience is imaginary
It will fly from the brains of Popolin's fluff.
Pigs were our ancestors, not monkeys,
If we take into account that a friend costs less pockets.
Love next to the swollen wallet noticeably fades,
After that, it is difficult to call a person.
Footboard, bullet in the back right between the shoulder blades,
And behind was only a brother. What is it - rock or fatum?
Everything is simpler, there is no mysticism, recently in our world
The fact that people used to be noticeably fascinated.
Walking your nest, clog it with trash,
Enjoying the brilliance, gloss, high with catchy advertising.
We forgot who we were, who we loved, what we lived,
Building a new marvelous world - either Eden or the grave.
E! Pencil and relapse in one track! E!
How to break the heart?
It is enough to throw it or drop it.
Making a mistake is easier than not to make,
Losing a friend is easier than saving.
Many men, having loved the dimple on the cheek,
By mistake, they marry the whole woman.
Many women, ha ha, a huge mistake -
They believe the man.
The main trust is that many have checked
The main thing is love - not everyone will agree, hardly.
Even whores experience feelings
Even cops experience feelings
Even the killers experience feelings.
What about traitors? It is empty in this place!
It doesn’t matter for an idea or for cabbage.
At first anger, then they are sorry and sad!
What to do, God?
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
Can you help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by the wedge.
What to do, God?
Own soul is a sweat, a stranger is an impassable forest.
Can you help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by the wedge.