Центр - Ничего личного
текст песни

Swift
The ice of life melted years.
Who are we, early shoots
Young, but already strong,
Rare, Boroda Borza?
Not a standard by nature.
City's legends.
We drink freedom to a drop,
We value these moments.
Burning bridges in ashes
The solutions are simple.
Not recognizing on the way
Double continuous strip.
Without dropping no tears,
From the sleeve all the aces
By eye, the outcome.
Why nonsense, scales?
Pulling money into the noses,
Without fearing the braids
Cool morning without sleep,
Like drops of dew.
Road to sweet dreams
In coals, which are bright red.
Hand, just legs
As before the Bosa.
Not frightened by a thunderstorm.
The color of the vine.
Records of past crops
Exceeding at times.
We trade in the streets in the streets
With not shaved taxi drivers,
Pushing in the subway
Route routes.
We fall into a state
Deep affect.
From the advice of a psychiatrist
There is no desired effect.
Telephone negotiator, timbre votes
Slightly impregnated coffee.
From the search
Without measure, without brakes.
Increasingly, crying images.
Tips what, to whom, how -
Doesn't even know Azov
Anfas and profile in archives,
As well as prints.
Search, get out of the car,
Divorce, from bags of bribe.
Long tongue bitch
Win the price.
Two are similar, show -off
Forgotten for betrayal.
We fall asleep, wait for tomorrow
Suddenly changes will come.
There are two new batteries in the remote control
Sitting for a replacement.
And so on, in a circle,
While young, beautiful.
Who are we, why, why
And what are the motives?
We buy, treat
Divide, treat, exhale,
We transfer, transport,
We avoid shmon
We are killed and shout aloud about it
Without embarrassment,
We wander along the roads of self -destruction.

Stories are true, but rather typical.
Sad, rude, sweet-lyrical,
Trutty, at times very cynical.
Draw conclusions: nothing personal.
Nothing personal...