D.L.S. - Равный, Среди Своих
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Равный среди своих,
Чужой среди чужих
Диктует схемы.
Жизнь против системы,
Против ветра.
Что? Метр за метром,
Волю в кулак
И назад не шагнуть.
Спину достала,
А ей все мало
Заткнись, сука! И так сполна объебала.
Сколько я потерял,
Сколько я отдал…
И что взамен? Что? Смотри, каким я стал:
Обреченным, жестоким,
Не чета убогим,
Одиноким.
Моя жизнь - загадка для многих -
Тех, кто свою жизнь пытался связать с моей
И кого отправил в суету будних дней.
А я все в лире, все также пацаны, сковородки,
Папиросы, лавандосы, подворотни,
Дутые куртки,
Ходы, мутки,
Тачки, мусора, уже какие сутки,
Рубли, кеды, цепочки, трубы,
Иголки, колеса, дороги, клубы,
Зажигалки, бутылки, граммы,
Коробки, крапали, баяны, драмы.
За веру и правду,
Среди своих равный.
Что оставлю
После себя - не знаю.
По законам стаи
Сам себе хозяин.
Вот цена свободы, мои шаги по краю.
Во дворах и районах по-прежнему дым,
Я не могу и не хочу стать другим.
Из тех, кто дышит ветром,
Выбирает сердцем,
Колышет килогерцы,
Видел глаза смерти.
Моя воля.
Ей многие недовольны,
А я не парюсь.
Видишь мой средний палец?
Не пытаюсь
Вернуть, не пытаюсь
Простить,
Побереги нервы, давно пора забыть.
Холод, перроны, вокзалы… И где-то там позади
Оставил грезы и может чьи-то мечты.
Пока есть силы
Несу свою лиру.
Пусть одинокий, но вряд ли такой как ты.
Равный среди своих.
Время обездоленных, время покрытых порчей,
Время найти себя или поставить все же точку,
Время выбирать с кем ты и кто с тобой на равных,
С кем двигаться вперед, деля заслуженные лавры,
Кто будет с тобой в игре,
Кто остается вне,
Топя самого себя, получит место на дне,
Забыв о том, кем был, и про свои заслуги,
Молча, ???? просто опустив руки.
А мы ломаем головы
Как заработать пока молоды,
Пока есть силы и отступать нет повода.
Выводим буквы, затем слова мы превращаем в строчки.
Равный среди своих, для остальных мы прочерк.
Equal among his own,
Alien among strangers
Dictates the schemes.
Life against the system,
Against the wind.
What? Meter by meter,
Will in a fist
And do not step back.
I took out my back
And everything is not enough for her
Shut up, bitch! And so in full scotch.
How much I have lost
How much I gave ...
And what's in return? What? Look how I became:
Doomed, cruel,
Not wretched a couple,
Lonely.
My life is a riddle for many -
Those who tried their lives to connect with my
And whom he sent to the bustle of weekdays.
And I am all in the lyre, all also boys, pans,
Cigarettes, lavender, gateway,
Stuffy jackets,
Moves, turbidity,
Cars, garbage, already what a day,
Rubles, sneakers, chains, pipes,
Needles, wheels, roads, clubs,
Lighters, bottles, grams,
Boxes, stained, button accordions, dramas.
For faith and truth,
Among their own.
What I will leave
After myself - I don't know.
According to the laws of the pack
The owner is his own.
Here is the price of freedom, my steps around the edge.
In the yards and areas still smoke,
I cannot and do not want to become different.
Of those who breathe in the wind
Chooses with heart,
The Killers are swaying,
I saw the eyes of death.
My will.
Many are unhappy with her
And I'm not worried.
See my middle finger?
I'm not trying
I'm not trying to return
Forgive,
Take care of the nerves, it's time to forget.
Cold, platforms, stations ... and somewhere there behind
He left dreams and maybe someone’s dreams.
While there is strength
I bear my lyre.
Let lonely, but hardly like you.
Equal among their own.
The time of disadvantaged, time covered, damage,
Time to find yourself or put a point,
Time to choose with whom you are and who are with you on an equal footing,
With whom to move forward, sharing honored laurels,
Who will be with you in the game
Who remains outside
The drown of oneself will get a place at the bottom,
Forgetting who he was, and about his merits,
Silently, ???? Just dropping hands.
And we rack -head
How to make money so far,
While there is strength and backwards there is no reason.
We display letters, then we turn the words into lines.
Equal among our own, for the rest we are a dash.
Alien among strangers
Dictates the schemes.
Life against the system,
Against the wind.
What? Meter by meter,
Will in a fist
And do not step back.
I took out my back
And everything is not enough for her
Shut up, bitch! And so in full scotch.
How much I have lost
How much I gave ...
And what's in return? What? Look how I became:
Doomed, cruel,
Not wretched a couple,
Lonely.
My life is a riddle for many -
Those who tried their lives to connect with my
And whom he sent to the bustle of weekdays.
And I am all in the lyre, all also boys, pans,
Cigarettes, lavender, gateway,
Stuffy jackets,
Moves, turbidity,
Cars, garbage, already what a day,
Rubles, sneakers, chains, pipes,
Needles, wheels, roads, clubs,
Lighters, bottles, grams,
Boxes, stained, button accordions, dramas.
For faith and truth,
Among their own.
What I will leave
After myself - I don't know.
According to the laws of the pack
The owner is his own.
Here is the price of freedom, my steps around the edge.
In the yards and areas still smoke,
I cannot and do not want to become different.
Of those who breathe in the wind
Chooses with heart,
The Killers are swaying,
I saw the eyes of death.
My will.
Many are unhappy with her
And I'm not worried.
See my middle finger?
I'm not trying
I'm not trying to return
Forgive,
Take care of the nerves, it's time to forget.
Cold, platforms, stations ... and somewhere there behind
He left dreams and maybe someone’s dreams.
While there is strength
I bear my lyre.
Let lonely, but hardly like you.
Equal among their own.
The time of disadvantaged, time covered, damage,
Time to find yourself or put a point,
Time to choose with whom you are and who are with you on an equal footing,
With whom to move forward, sharing honored laurels,
Who will be with you in the game
Who remains outside
The drown of oneself will get a place at the bottom,
Forgetting who he was, and about his merits,
Silently, ???? Just dropping hands.
And we rack -head
How to make money so far,
While there is strength and backwards there is no reason.
We display letters, then we turn the words into lines.
Equal among our own, for the rest we are a dash.
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