MC Gop - Люди
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CHORUS:
People are the same, but still so different,
Just someone thinks cleanly, and someone is dirty,
People are so different, but the same
For some, life is a circus, and for someone theater.
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(1)
Around the flow of people passes by,
Someone is unhappy, someone happy
Someone smiles, remembering the past
Someone is sad after the crowd.

They fly by the car, regardless of the traffic light,
On the speedometer one hundred, the engine works for the whole,
Sometimes you have to stand in traffic jams for hours,
If someone important in our city rises.

But this is life, so it is likely
Everything to be, events are in my leg with the times,
And where can you be, and also with whom to swim,
I will not decide on yourself, I will not teach.

You with reason and orientation on the ground,
I think you can find the surroundings on the map
The area where you are always happy with everything,
If you have lava or you are without grandmas at all.
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(2)
We spin in the wheel, like on a globe,
Cold, sharp, we roll on the bus
And we do not want to change the gradation of the corner,
For they heard that grief from the mind.

To live for someone long, someone to howl a wolf,
But everyone definitely needs to try to live really,
After all, someone smiles, someone is sad,
Well, for someone, the doctor will come tomorrow.

Or priest, I apologize,
For all these types of conclusions,
I have an opinion and all the solutions,
I try to take it, regardless of the target of Yo.

I was in the subway, everyone is going there,
Forward, planning a further route,
And now I went out and sees the Almighty,
I am not on purpose, but it just happened.
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(3)
People go there, then back and forth,
Who has a look at the ground, someone has a clock,
Someone is in a hurry, someone is in no hurry,
They run away from someone, to chase after someone.

Someone plays well, someone is not very
Someone just stupidly stucks from morning to night
Someone needs help, but no one hears
And with every minute, the voice becomes quieter.

Someone bright, someone gray, gloomy and quiet,
Someone thinks soberly, someone in the trash killed,
And our whole world, monotonous, although not so
Our world is different, but all around is a trifle.

And people all go, where and why?
Someone runs from a series of troubles and problems
Saying goodbye to fear and laziness, clap the door,
To make it clear how it really is there.