Предтрен - Дух Народа
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Dead area - either you or him
The law of the jungle says it's death or throne
The spirit of the people enveloped the panel cordon
The entire region is permeated with utopia

Low bow to the quadrant buildings
Raised a generation of square heads
Square thinking, square people
Within the square, square them God

Our framework is the framework of minds
That our words cannot comprehend the meaning

Communism taught, one God is another sucker
The proletarian is the one whose stomach growls
Thanks for the Khrushchev, mom and dad
We give our souls to the bank instead of money

There are many heads strung on the barricades
Those who could not choose a side
It's absurd to choose between urine and shit
In any case, you will become a system slave

Each one is the first in chains, ready to teach life
He will tell you how he chose the path
How could he live with a sense of freedom?
How glad I am to be a slave to systemic shackles

Even the rich man turned out to be barefoot
Follow the right roads, away from the white roads
It’s their duty to drive you into a Procrustean bed
Your limits are only your horizons

Awareness comes to those who have overcome
Because of human ignorance, even God fell ill
In pursuit of money, the road will lead to a hole
In mass graves, no matter who lay down in what

Why can't a man without legs walk?
Why are there so many alive, but without heads?
We'll see corpses on the street when the first ice thaws.
A panel skyscraper stands on the bones of homeless people

The rat is rotting from the head under the clothes
You'll take your scalp, but your nature will go nowhere
Only an idiot can take his brother's word for it
He who is born into a mortgage will die into a mortgage

Evil for evil, good for good
As bequeathed, the prophet endured us
Turn your cheek if it hurts, son
If everything is bad, blame the scoop for the troubles

On the heat for money, sucks near temples
Debt collector hits you on the knees
The priest will throw alms into your mouth
Cottage cheese remains Orthodox white on lips

Hope is the last to die, the result
And the most persistent one gives up his position
Faith saves hopeless people
Sins will be forgiven, even the most evil of dogs

Killed? Repent! Don't fear the gods!
If you have it in your pockets, how to pamper God's slaves
Even the most terrible of sins will be prayed away
Did you fuck a child? Now it's as clean as a white leaf

Difficult life in provincial towns
The capital is dreaming, in the worst dream of dreams
How painful it is for a person to understand here even without words
Take a look at the face and see only evil

And the blind will see, the eyes of night owls
What everyone sees, every breath they take
And it’s enough for a stupid person to come up with brains
That “freedom of speech” is just a synonym for the word “rabble”

In the gray hierarchy, raised, human cattle
A ram with a whip leads to the slaughter of stupid sheep
The time will come, he will be in their place
Sometimes even a pawn controls the king

A yard is called a ghetto corral
This is the place where the law doesn’t apply in Musorsky
Where the shadows of the walls blocked the sky
Where culture is valued more than your chatter

Dead area - either you or him
The law of the jungle says it's death or throne
The spirit of the people enveloped the panel cordon
The entire region is permeated with utopia

Low bow to the quadrant buildings
Raised a generation of square heads
Square thinking, square people
Within the square, square them God