Anton Appollon - Это мог быть я
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Город, дорога, люди, лица, общественный транспорт
Все у себя на уме и спешат постоянно
Работа, учеба и время в общем поджимает
На остановке заходит пожилая дама
Все уважают старших, вроде место уступили
В руках монеты, но их сосчитать не в силах
Просто зрение уже не лучший инструмент
На вас посмотрим доживете до преклонных лет
И все молчат, мол свалилось на голову чудо
Маленький мальчик робко так достал купюру
Вложил билет ей в руку, кнопка вызова водителя
И выскочил так быстро только его и видели
И все молчат, о чем тут говорить
Старушка чуть не плачет от искренней доброты
И все молчат, но мысль была одна
Ведь так мог сделать я (так мог сделать я)
***
Пресловутый эффект бабочки, сознание пачкает
Выбивает из-под ног почву
Вечная мания, ведь это мог быть я
Героем дня, но оставаться в роли обывателя
***
Судьба события верстает как заправский писатель
Я мог сегодня столько сделать, но как то проспал
Голова гудит, вчера с друзьями были в баре
А ведь на эти деньги я хотел маму поздравить
Че пили? шеф поднял зарплату, все таки праздник
А мне, а мне хотели тоже, но я работник так себе
Все это временно, ну так сказать заранее
Я пишу песни и вообще я крутой дизайнер
А в новостях вчера показывали одноклассника
Ну он поднялся, че то там с нефтью связано
Он и мне предлагал впрячься, по старой памяти
А я ему: Дебил, работу мол себе найди
И таких персонажей едва ли не каждый
Я мог бы то и это, этим гордятся даже
Вместо того, чтобы судьбу брать на абордаж
Играют с нею в поддавки, таких и в правду жаль
***
Ну здравствуй мир, еще один твой непутевый сын
Мы 18, я одет-обут и вроде сыт
Моя страна это один огромный анекдот
Вот только мне, почему то не смешно
Да я пишу стихи их декламирую на бит
А мог с плаката приглашать концерт свой посетить
Альбомы по контрактам, перелеты сутками
Но не читаю я продудку под чужую дудку
Антон тебе пора завязывать давать советы
Ну да, жить проще, не зная имя президента
Но мир не видеть, дальше собственных конечностей
Все равно, что меч точить для резки овощей
Я мог уехать, с грустью вспоминать березы, Родину
Ведь здесь люди живут, а не воюют за свободу
Но хорошо везде, где духа нашего не видно
Так что мои пути ведут к правде, а не к Риму
***
Именно я мог быть изгоем для стада
Именно я мог это стадо загонять в загон
Именно я мог врать тебе с телеэкрана
Именно я всю эту гниль мог выжигать огнем
Именно я взывать мог к твоей совести
Или вместе с тобой обживать дешевый бар
Именно я мог быть тем мальчиком в автобусе
Среди всех мог бы важно не потерять себя
City, road, people, persons, public transport
Everyone is on their minds and hurry
Work, study and time in general setting up
An elderly lady enters the bus stop
Everyone respects the elders, like a place lost
Coins are in the hands, but they are not able to count them
Just vision is no longer the best tool
We'll look at you to live until old age
And everyone is silent, they say a miracle fell on the head
A little boy timidly took out a bill
Put the ticket in her hand, the driver's call button
And jumped so quickly only and saw him
And everyone is silent, what to talk about here
The old woman almost cries from sincere kindness
And everyone is silent, but the thought was one
After all, I could do so (so I could do)
***
The notorious effect of a butterfly, consciousness dirty
Knocks the soil from under the feet
Eternal mania, because it could be me
The hero of the day, but stay in the role of the layman
***
The fate of the event is turning out as a real writer
I could do so much today, but somehow overslept
Head is buzzing, yesterday with friends were in the bar
But with this money I wanted to congratulate my mother
Che drink? The chef raised the salary, all the same holiday
And to me, but they wanted me too, but I am an employee so -so
All this is temporary, well, so to speak in advance
I write songs and in general I am a cool designer
And in the news yesterday they showed a classmate
Well, he got up, what is connected with oil there
He offered me to harness, according to the old memory
And I have him: moron, they say work for yourself
And such characters almost everyone
I could do this and this, they are even proud of
Instead of taking fate for boarding
Play with her in gusticle, and in truth it is a pity
***
Well, hello the world, one of yours your nonsense
We are 18, I'm dressed-out and it seems to be full
My country is one huge joke
That's just me, for some reason is not funny
Yes, I write poetry I recite the bit
And he could invite his concert from the poster
Contract albums, Flights for days
But I do not read the shedding for someone else's pipe
Anton time to start to give advice
Well, yes, living is easier, not knowing the name of the president
But not to see the world, beyond its own limbs
The same as to sharpen the sword for cutting vegetables
I could leave, sadly recall birches, homeland
After all, people live here, and do not fight for freedom
But it’s good wherever our spirit is visible
So my ways lead to the truth, not Rome
***
It was I could be an outcast for the herd
It was I who could drive this herd into the corral
It was I who could lie to you from the television screen
It was I who could burn all this rot with fire
It was I who could appeal to your conscience
Or with you to learn a cheap bar
It was I could be that boy on the bus
Among all, it could be important not to lose itself
Everyone is on their minds and hurry
Work, study and time in general setting up
An elderly lady enters the bus stop
Everyone respects the elders, like a place lost
Coins are in the hands, but they are not able to count them
Just vision is no longer the best tool
We'll look at you to live until old age
And everyone is silent, they say a miracle fell on the head
A little boy timidly took out a bill
Put the ticket in her hand, the driver's call button
And jumped so quickly only and saw him
And everyone is silent, what to talk about here
The old woman almost cries from sincere kindness
And everyone is silent, but the thought was one
After all, I could do so (so I could do)
***
The notorious effect of a butterfly, consciousness dirty
Knocks the soil from under the feet
Eternal mania, because it could be me
The hero of the day, but stay in the role of the layman
***
The fate of the event is turning out as a real writer
I could do so much today, but somehow overslept
Head is buzzing, yesterday with friends were in the bar
But with this money I wanted to congratulate my mother
Che drink? The chef raised the salary, all the same holiday
And to me, but they wanted me too, but I am an employee so -so
All this is temporary, well, so to speak in advance
I write songs and in general I am a cool designer
And in the news yesterday they showed a classmate
Well, he got up, what is connected with oil there
He offered me to harness, according to the old memory
And I have him: moron, they say work for yourself
And such characters almost everyone
I could do this and this, they are even proud of
Instead of taking fate for boarding
Play with her in gusticle, and in truth it is a pity
***
Well, hello the world, one of yours your nonsense
We are 18, I'm dressed-out and it seems to be full
My country is one huge joke
That's just me, for some reason is not funny
Yes, I write poetry I recite the bit
And he could invite his concert from the poster
Contract albums, Flights for days
But I do not read the shedding for someone else's pipe
Anton time to start to give advice
Well, yes, living is easier, not knowing the name of the president
But not to see the world, beyond its own limbs
The same as to sharpen the sword for cutting vegetables
I could leave, sadly recall birches, homeland
After all, people live here, and do not fight for freedom
But it’s good wherever our spirit is visible
So my ways lead to the truth, not Rome
***
It was I could be an outcast for the herd
It was I who could drive this herd into the corral
It was I who could lie to you from the television screen
It was I who could burn all this rot with fire
It was I who could appeal to your conscience
Or with you to learn a cheap bar
It was I could be that boy on the bus
Among all, it could be important not to lose itself
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