Vollar - Paradise
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In this world, like a tourist, just don’t fucking yawn,
Every second artist, in pursuit of cheap fame,
I am only an antagonist - your irreconcilable enemy.
This is no walk in the park. Shake your fist.
All your dreams are stupid greed and madness.
Having achieved what he wanted, he fucked up all his feelings.
What they were running from, they crawled to in fear,
I simply call all such people “dust”.
This beat smokes like Gotham set on fire.
The mice are trying to slam him, bitch.
Censorship is alien to me, I don’t respect boundaries,
The first move from me will go straight to kings.
This is not Hollywood, happy endings are not produced here,
The maximum "Happy" is to get coins.
We didn’t fucking give up, neither normal nor defeated.
Dealing with people like us is no longer viable.
I see no prospects, drowning in this swamp,
I literally observe: they plunge flesh into the ground.
And even the most positive "Rainbow Nausea".
Colors the world gray, not a word, not even about the weather.
And it’s not clear what made it this way then.
A couple of clogged or broken windows.
We didn't need fairy tales, we were forced to eat.
All this crap, repainting morals.
And as a result: by about twenty,
We found our minds, but experience with bullshit,
I grumble like an old stump, not getting off the tablets.
To avoid the fate of becoming trash.
At an easy start, you only crawl to the finish line,
Unless of course a knife stops you.
Many are armed with mass measures.
To follow the principle is to be one of the first to die.
As long as nerves of steel keep you afloat,
And everyone really wants to check it out.
People want to know what is the secret of such success.
What successes are there, I sowed too much sin...
As they say, if you’ve done the job, walk boldly,
Only the body goes to work with the ass,
Which thickens the colors, gets things going,
Get to work, get to work, this is the fate, bitch, of the bravest.
General or strict, and I'm not talking about a suit,
Hiking in this fog took me down the wrong path,
The roads that lead back are closed on themselves,
As a result, in search of myself, I lost myself...

We all change
Maybe we'll get a little better
Someone on the contrary is worse
It can be compared to a puddle,
There is dirt along the road,
Flowers grow in the meadows.
So do you, sometimes you get addicted
from how the world is dragged.
How long will an already battered psychopath endure?
Is being a sucker a choice? This is far from true!
They teach you to live, you give them a flag.
But in life you don’t lead by the hand - shake it with your fist.
Get up off your knees and take your destiny by the throat,
Make you subjugate this whole white light.
This world owes you so much more
What can you bring him in return?
Know. You can everything! Even twice as hard!
Just don’t forget to break your own ceiling.
On your way, you will meet such creatures.
The further into the horizon, the blacker the sand there.
Paradise, quietly smoldering into hell,
It's the fault of people who behave like devils.
And we are unlikely to be included in this hundred,
Which people will leave after death.
There are no half gangsters in our not ideal world,
You're not safe, even in your apartment.
And the cops will comb their foreheads, only on live television.
When your body has already disappeared.
Nobody gives a fuck about you, only your death is beneficial,
There is no need to fear the dead; they decay like copper.
On the scorched tchotchkes, just answer yourself,
What is worth living for and what is worth dying for.