Роднополис - Делай вещи
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Each profession has a special smell:
The manager smells of the neighboring dining room,
The lawyer smells of a telephone pipe,
The accountant smells of an armchair and a skirt,
A check with a package, a seller smelled,
Only the Creator smells of what he wants.
People are cereal, and the creators in it are grains,
Everyone sells, create units.
The office is close without a break,
What do you create besides a nervous breakdown?
With a sales plan and plastic coffee
Rarely become true pro
Breed:
Do things!
Do better than others.
Do things!
And the rest will be picked up.
There will be a miracle.
Russian Master Generation!
This is great!
Do things, do things
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The crisis has come, the staff reduction,
Sales fell sharply in the office,
The labor exchange from lawyers is tired
There are many accountants there too.
The pro is needed for any change,
Profi create, and do not wait for the end of the shift,
Prof hands and head
They themselves insure themselves from downtime.
Themselves become a brand and a brand,
Their names wear films and parks.
Be only a watchman and a cashier on Earth,
Who would create all this world then?
Chorus:
Do things!
Always create a buzz.
Do things!
So that everyone says cool.
Own name
You will make a brand in the future
The best in the world.
Russian Master Generation
Bridge:
There will be a difficult path, it will not fall asleep,
The world is turned over, and nothing else.
There are no limits, in a couple of years
Your any advice will mean a lot.
Do every day, through fear and laziness
Each step, then watering.
You are the best component, the best tool
For its fate, the map is trump card.
Chorus:
Do things!
You are the creator, not a herd.
Do things!
They need to do them to someone.
Man
Differs from the simplest
One joke
Do things, do things