Agenda - Это было давно
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It was a long time, death was still young
Either yogi, or goy, everyone walked in a straight line
From the survivors of spring, from sung songs
From spilled wines the world was pushed to us
How could we not play in contrasts,
When brushes are in your hands, and life is like a book coloring
In our kitchens at night stood a din
The forces of the world pushed to believe the gods

Each time they drowned the throat with drunk
Sang yellow submarine in chorus
And it was cramped in four walls
Blood was seething, life walked in veins
In the sky, the yellow face was replaced by a white face
We were ready at least tomorrow with you to move to the Mordor
And we did not expect another fate for ourselves
We were attracted by exploits and new ones

But only each of us will teach life itself
He will give everyone in his own way, this will be condemned
Each prophet has his own path to Calvary
Every glamorous chike according to his prince Jofrey
He will make everyone out, and he will torture many
Clouds under the ceiling gather in clouds
Province Sininka for selling love
And what awaits you, my make -up

Hands dry out and dilapidated clothes
And we will not be the same as before
Roads smoothly taken us from miracles
But all that we loved will stay here
Once they will ring the bells
And we will just become cramped body
And then what is the difference, finally
And than a smart fool is better than a stupid sage,

At home, in bed, with barn scored bread
Or on iron earth, under the bone sky
It doesn’t matter, there is nothing more obscene,
Than simply die without committing anything worthy
You will not score the sky, you will not bypass its law,
Just changing the name from Grozny to Jonah
In their stench, elite
Brahma Satyam Jagan Mithea

But only each of us will teach life itself
He will give everyone in his own way, this will be condemned
Each prophet has his own path to Calvary
Every glamorous chike according to his prince Jofrey
He will fuck everyone and torture many
Clouds under the ceiling gather in clouds
Province Sininka for selling love
And what awaits you, my make -up

There are as many centers in the universe as living creatures in it
To whom the eternal search for yourself, to whom eternal money earning
To whom wealth fell out and he was crazy, forgetting everything, tearing the sides
Screams on the threshold, flooding with champagne, pour cows, life is short
We are drowning in a bunch of new movements, exercises, currents, magic diets
Vanity and languor of the spirit .. all the decay and vanity sticks
No one will bypass anyone's sorrows, so they gave us, so what we were waiting for,
Sitting in the basements in a drunken frenzy? Life passed us past us, we drove it all ..