Бригадный Подряд - Художник
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The artist writes happy faces
Simple and walking around the past
Wrinkles, scars, birthmarks
Soil, whitewash, well, everything is clear
Smears, bastard, as he wants
Skillful hands, free work
There is a direct road in a new life
Fast, simple and inexpensive
Here in the sky a cloud, under the city of a river
And against the background of the river, men dance
How many pens, legs are needed
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people
Memory flooded with pink paint
Do you have a memory? This must be fixed
What is good in our past
It's a shame, well, the dust is road
All your life in the trash of history
What are you aching here? What did you build there?
Your stories are not worth anything
You have not entered our world order
Here in the sky a cloud, under the city of a river
And against the background of the river, men dance
How many pens, legs are needed
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people
Here in the sky a cloud, under the city of a river
And against the background of the river, men dance
How many pens, legs are needed
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people
We are almost eight billion people