Многоточие ft. Смена Мнений,Красное Дерево - За красивой жизнью
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Хочешь красивой жизни - смотри
Не затеряйся в пути,
Среди жопастых тёлок, тачек и лавэ вагонов
Теряются дружба, любовь кончается,
Всем в укор ставится, как это трудно достигается.
Ломаются взгляды, не замечаешь тех, кто рядом,
Свободы хотел, но связан по рукам и ногам.
Спасибо деньгам, что двигали тобой,
Душу продал за бумагу дьяволу, и мир теперь другой,
Кошмары по ночам со лба водой ледяной рекой,
Холод одиночества в комнате пустой.
И каждым новым утром через зеркала призму
Вновь и вновь видишь сутулое отражение красивой жизни.
Оглядываешься за спину, когда идёшь в подъезд домой,
В отраженьях замечаешь ещё один волос седой.
Кто с тобой - то враг, то друг,
Кто лишь ради бабок лижет жопу,
Выдаёт за достоинство очередной твой недостаток.
Зато достаток у тебя, корка депутата.
Достиг чего давно хотел - жить красиво да богато,
Но непомерно плата высока за это:
Вата вместо мозгов, пятьсот каналов вместо снов,
И вроде бы всё как хотел, вроде бы всё что искал, нашёл,
Куда бы ты не пошёл, везде тебе открыты двери,
Но с теми ты или не с теми - звери вокруг,
Круговая порука вынуждает жить в режиме потеющих рук,
Каждый стук в дверь о смерти нагоняет мысли -
Вот изнанка твоей такой красивой жизни.
За красивой жизнью в погоне...
Живут красиво тыщи, остальных я вижу нищими!
За красивой жизнью в погоне...
Кто гонит за красивой жизнью, в ней же и потонет!
Как учащается пульс, как расширяются зрачки,
Когда толсты кошельки и в них долларов значки.
Босяки не поймут всей красоты шикарной жизни,
Когда ты дневную суету кадром одним загоняешь в паспарту.
На картине, на камине гладя мраморного дога,
На пламя глядя, в шоколаде дядя.
Тут вола ебёшь за грош, а здесь бездельник с кучей денег,
Не халявщик, блин, партнёр!
Крохобор, трёхметровый забор.
Не завидуй, не греши напрасно,
Жизнь скучна, ужасность такая, и опасна.
Тяжело остаться целым,
Когда ходишь под прицелом. Беда!
Такая жизнь - и прекрасный сад, и абсолютный ад!
Не согреет лавандоса котлета,
Слишком сложное время, слишком сложная планета.
Друзей истинных нету, ты не скуп, просто запаслив
Хоть и неуверен сам, что ты поистине счастлив.
Он не гнал за красивой жизнью,
Да ему и незачем было,
Судьба, даже если кидала, то тут же ловила.
На повторе красиво представлен театр, показаны роли,
Но актёры, покинув сцену, давно гибнут в неволе.
Не узреть ему пьесы и не услышать героя,
Даже если на самом деле игра того не стоит.
Обречённый существовать в коробке с деньгами
Не сможет увидеть того, что сможем увидеть мы с вами.
Моменты истины близки, но отступать уже поздно,
Усилия на ветер брошены, быть стало возможно,
Сегодня время нам диктует законы ритма:
Движение к вершине славы просто неоспоримо.
Наверное, почувствовав вкус быстрого выигрыша,
Забыв о моралях нормы, что свыше написаны,
Переступив ступень почёта, погнался к славе
И ты попался в эти лапы обмана и фальши.
Зная правила игры, стратегию удачи,
Объездные пути... Так вышло всё иначе.
Без спора многого добиться, расставив капканы.
Фортуна не всегда:
В нужный момент может не оказаться рядом.
Я пытался погнаться за ней, хотел поймать,
В тиски зажать, чтоб не смогла убежать.
Не мог никто помешать, когда давят сверху.
Лесть, ненависть, забыты преданность, безупречность,
Злость вместо радости, карты не той масти,
Не донести мои слова до этой повести,
Тот кто гонится, сломится, как водится,
Люди больше озлобятся, вокруг дерьмо,
И нам тут жить приходится.
Ночью бессонница замучила, хотелось лучшего,
Хотел переступить через людей, но споткнулся.
Избавляясь от мусора, гнёта и груза,
И позже упал, близких потеряв, оставшихся там...
На солнечных отблесках тёмные облики чёрного золота
Отмывал и верхам отстёгивал,
Принципами, духом сильному в ежовых рукавицах,
Удерживал многих лиц, многим перешёл дороги.
Да видны и коротки в игре риска р
Do you want a beautiful life - look
Do not get lost on the way
Among the assholes, cars and lava wagons
Friendship is lost, love ends,
Everyone is replaced how difficult it is.
Looks, you do not notice those who are nearby,
I wanted freedom, but connected by hand and foot.
Thanks to the money for moving you
He sold his soul for the paper to the devil, and the world is now different,
Nightmares at night from the forehead with water with an ice river,
The cold of loneliness in the room is empty.
And every new morning through mirrors prism
Again and again you see a stooped reflection of a beautiful life.
You look behind your back when you go to the porch home,
In reflection, you notice another gray hair.
Who is the enemy with you, then friend,
Who only for the sake of grandmas licks the ass,
It gives out your next flaw for dignity.
But you have prosperity, the crust of the deputy.
I achieved what I had long wanted - to live beautifully and richly,
But it is exorbitant to the fee high for this:
Vata instead of brains, five hundred channels instead of dreams,
And it seems to be everything how I wanted, it seems to have been looking for everything, I found it,
Wherever you go, doors are open everywhere,
But with those you or not with those - animals around,
Circular guarantees forces living in the mode of sweating hands,
Each knock on the door of death perceives thoughts -
Here is the wrong side of your such beautiful life.
Behind a beautiful life in pursuit ...
They live beautifully thousands, I see the rest of the poverty!
Behind a beautiful life in pursuit ...
Who drives a beautiful life, and he will drown in it!
How the pulse quickens, how the pupils expand,
When the purse is fat and the icons are $.
Tramps will not understand all the beauty of a chic life,
When you drive a day bustle with a frame in a paspartm.
In the picture, on the fireplace stroking a marble dog,
Looking at the flame, an uncle in chocolate.
Here you will fuck for a penny, and here is a loafer with a bunch of money,
Not a freebie, damn it, partner!
Baby, three -meter fence.
Do not envy, do not sin in vain,
Life is boring, horror is such, and dangerous.
It’s hard to stay whole
When you walk under the sight. Trouble!
Such a life is a beautiful garden and absolute hell!
Will not warm the lavender of the cutlet,
Too complicated time, too complicated a planet.
There are no true friends, you are not stingy, just stab
Though you yourself are uncertain that you are truly happy.
He did not drive for a beautiful life,
Yes, there was no need for him
Fate, even if I threw it, immediately caught it.
The theater is beautifully represented on the repeat, the roles are shown,
But the actors, having left the scene, have long been dying in captivity.
Do not see his plays and not hear the hero,
Even if in fact the game is not worth it.
Doomed to exist in a box with money
He will not be able to see what we can see with you.
The moments of truth are close, but it is too late to retreat,
The efforts are thrown into the wind, it became possible
Today, time is dictated to us the laws of rhythm:
The movement to the top of glory is simply undeniable.
Probably feeling the taste of a quick win,
Forgetting about the morals of the norm, what are written from above,
Having crossed the step of honor, he chased to glory
And you fell into these paws of deceit and falsehood.
Knowing the rules of the game, the strategy of good luck,
Bypass paths ... So it all happened differently.
Without a dispute, to achieve a lot by placing traps.
Fortune is not always:
At the right time, it may not be there.
I tried to chase after her, I wanted to catch
In a vice, squeeze so that she could not run away.
No one could stop when they are crushed from above.
Flattery, hatred, devotion, impeccability are forgotten,
Anger instead of joy, maps of the wrong suit,
Do not convey my words to this story,
The one who persecuted will break, as usual,
People become more embittered, around shit,
And we have to live here.
I also tortured insomnia at night, I wanted the best
I wanted to step over people, but stumbled.
Getting rid of garbage, oppression and cargo,
And later he fell, losing loved ones, who remained there ...
On sunny glitches, dark golden golds
Laundered and laid out the tops,
Principles, strong in the hedgehog in hedgehogs,
Holded many persons, many crossed the road.
Yes, visible and short in the risk game r
Do not get lost on the way
Among the assholes, cars and lava wagons
Friendship is lost, love ends,
Everyone is replaced how difficult it is.
Looks, you do not notice those who are nearby,
I wanted freedom, but connected by hand and foot.
Thanks to the money for moving you
He sold his soul for the paper to the devil, and the world is now different,
Nightmares at night from the forehead with water with an ice river,
The cold of loneliness in the room is empty.
And every new morning through mirrors prism
Again and again you see a stooped reflection of a beautiful life.
You look behind your back when you go to the porch home,
In reflection, you notice another gray hair.
Who is the enemy with you, then friend,
Who only for the sake of grandmas licks the ass,
It gives out your next flaw for dignity.
But you have prosperity, the crust of the deputy.
I achieved what I had long wanted - to live beautifully and richly,
But it is exorbitant to the fee high for this:
Vata instead of brains, five hundred channels instead of dreams,
And it seems to be everything how I wanted, it seems to have been looking for everything, I found it,
Wherever you go, doors are open everywhere,
But with those you or not with those - animals around,
Circular guarantees forces living in the mode of sweating hands,
Each knock on the door of death perceives thoughts -
Here is the wrong side of your such beautiful life.
Behind a beautiful life in pursuit ...
They live beautifully thousands, I see the rest of the poverty!
Behind a beautiful life in pursuit ...
Who drives a beautiful life, and he will drown in it!
How the pulse quickens, how the pupils expand,
When the purse is fat and the icons are $.
Tramps will not understand all the beauty of a chic life,
When you drive a day bustle with a frame in a paspartm.
In the picture, on the fireplace stroking a marble dog,
Looking at the flame, an uncle in chocolate.
Here you will fuck for a penny, and here is a loafer with a bunch of money,
Not a freebie, damn it, partner!
Baby, three -meter fence.
Do not envy, do not sin in vain,
Life is boring, horror is such, and dangerous.
It’s hard to stay whole
When you walk under the sight. Trouble!
Such a life is a beautiful garden and absolute hell!
Will not warm the lavender of the cutlet,
Too complicated time, too complicated a planet.
There are no true friends, you are not stingy, just stab
Though you yourself are uncertain that you are truly happy.
He did not drive for a beautiful life,
Yes, there was no need for him
Fate, even if I threw it, immediately caught it.
The theater is beautifully represented on the repeat, the roles are shown,
But the actors, having left the scene, have long been dying in captivity.
Do not see his plays and not hear the hero,
Even if in fact the game is not worth it.
Doomed to exist in a box with money
He will not be able to see what we can see with you.
The moments of truth are close, but it is too late to retreat,
The efforts are thrown into the wind, it became possible
Today, time is dictated to us the laws of rhythm:
The movement to the top of glory is simply undeniable.
Probably feeling the taste of a quick win,
Forgetting about the morals of the norm, what are written from above,
Having crossed the step of honor, he chased to glory
And you fell into these paws of deceit and falsehood.
Knowing the rules of the game, the strategy of good luck,
Bypass paths ... So it all happened differently.
Without a dispute, to achieve a lot by placing traps.
Fortune is not always:
At the right time, it may not be there.
I tried to chase after her, I wanted to catch
In a vice, squeeze so that she could not run away.
No one could stop when they are crushed from above.
Flattery, hatred, devotion, impeccability are forgotten,
Anger instead of joy, maps of the wrong suit,
Do not convey my words to this story,
The one who persecuted will break, as usual,
People become more embittered, around shit,
And we have to live here.
I also tortured insomnia at night, I wanted the best
I wanted to step over people, but stumbled.
Getting rid of garbage, oppression and cargo,
And later he fell, losing loved ones, who remained there ...
On sunny glitches, dark golden golds
Laundered and laid out the tops,
Principles, strong in the hedgehog in hedgehogs,
Holded many persons, many crossed the road.
Yes, visible and short in the risk game r