Третий Путь - 05 - Моно
текст песни

Rustaveli:

I am tired, believe me, knock on this door!
The fact that before the soul rushed, tears and now!
There is no other speed in the plane, wretchedness,
The cavities are filled with poison, non -freedom nearby.

Death around the corner, someone in line in front of him!
There is another smoke here - PCP and Speed!
Phones, bitches, barriers, pockets, deceptions,
Friends, all the same with the plan, without plans for life - everything is early!

Oddly enough, it is not enough to wait for the manna of heaven!
It’s time to change something, become others, to stick good!
After all, life goes forward, you are passing by!
I have not seen the world, did not see anything, did not live without makeup!

A sad picture, yes, but she is familiar to me
Sometimes it seems to me that we are clones of one slope:
Mono-life, mono-word, mono-dealer,
And mono-doors in the mono-mogila body ...

Kuzmitch:

Clearly fulfilling their roles, without improvisation,
The nation goes against themselves as a demonstration,
Rulers, in their same -sided thoughts
They rule a mono-start, comparing life with hell,

Tormenting themselves, everyone falls into the systems,
Like miserable, run towards a lot,
But, stumbling about the insignificant, they eat false,
Without making their choice, people became inhibited ...

Chorus:

Mono...
I just wanted to ...
Mono...

Gene thunder:

In stereo-life, for two-faith, hope, love,
Not only in my veins boils ...
Stop! -Mono-mode, hear my resume,
I wanted to be like, I wanted to be like everyone else!

But they attributed me to live in a different way - not so at all!
Fly towards the sun, swim against the current,
Alone all days (one on one), no one gave hands!
And maybe I didn’t want to, I didn’t ask, I didn’t dare to ask.

All that was scattered in my hands?
I was waiting for Phoenix, but all hopes remained in the ashes!
Mono-Trings, Mono-Moy-Dusha,
You did not divide into two, but I could not open!

Dwarf:

The sun is still shining, but for some reason, it is dark ...
For whom? Who is it shining?
Why is it just as cold, everything is so monophonic? -
Life sings its song in mono ...

Everything can be fragmented, everything can be recouped,
All the same roosters I want to break the fuck!
Wants royal anger behind a smile of his face,
Do not quit the beginning, but come to the end!

They fly months, they take dreams with them,
Leaving no hope, drawing wrinkles,
Everything changes, but for some reason, not in the root,
It seems that I see this track on the repeat ...

Mono...
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Mono...
I just wanted to ...
Mono...
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Mono...
I just wanted to ...
Mono...
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Mono...
I just wanted to ...
Mono...
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Mono...

Dimon:

We write in mono, dilute the stereo channels,
If someone is not enough, if someone gets! ...
Our monopoly is not like a board game,
After all, there is more sense here than to move chips across the field.

If you don't like something or throws it into a shiver
But my style is not touched, hear, rest, baby!
Such a meaning in mono, on the streets of groans, hacks,
Theft, and clones in uniform interpret their laws!

And if guilty, then there is nothing to be judicial slopes,
For the future ten years you will live mono,
Languid, the dark kingdom, in a distant state,
As a result, you will become a part of a mono, devouring tons of dirt.

And without causal accusations, realizing
That the author of the mono-system, just Monoinia,
And in your mono-names, your mono-staff
They will remind of fictional mono-crackers.

Mono...
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Mono...
I just wanted to ...
Mono...
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Mono...
I just wanted to ...
Mono...
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Mono...
I just wanted to ...
Mono...
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