Дымовая завеса - Горький Привкус
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Already became everyone who was nothing
The demonic prophecy came true.
Buenos Night to those who are alone
Corpets above the waterman during the dazzling moon,
Listening to the rustle coming from the outside.
And how many of their Gaddafi, Pinochet, Stalin, Stalin,
Kainov dreaming of non -casualness?
Living in the thought of one thing: behind the edge of society
Reach the top, become an earthly god.
There is a goal, all means are good to achieve
Follow the corpses, to terminate the cities,
Hear the executioner without hesitation and without regret.
Bloody geniuses in history are not awaited!
Where does this devilish zeal come from?
The question is the answer. Is there really no salvation from them?
It is wrong to impress that power is molestation
At least there is such an opinion.
But everything eventually depends on the worldview
Simple mortal, which holds the furrows of government
And equally from those who have trusted him,
Although everything is possible, without exception.

Who was he and who became? I undoubtedly grown.
I live interestingly, with dignity, but simple.
There is no more desire to break to the super -priests
And do unnecessary body movements.
Although it can be - try a little,
And I will ride in oil cheese.
But, brothers, why go over on themselves,
Treaming, with those who are unpleasant to communicate?
There are enough people of nonsense in the world,
Replacing the former cast -ups to luxury.
Asserting yourself, humiliating others,
As if they do not know what awaits them.
Those with whom I communicate is friends, respect,
Not fame and grandmothers measure life.
We do not dig a grave personally,
Although we are not enough for the whole world.
There are so many opportunities to catch on here,
And everyone to something, as he can, strives.
But you can lose everything instantly,
Perhaps everything is not sad!

Four, three, two, one. Go.
Envy is sharpened in every second.
For the sake of money, many are ready to sell the holy.
Everyone drives up about life under his high,
Thinking - this is the truth, not the mind is blurred.
Hands do not pierce, this is a stick.
Really in a vein on the leg, only so shases.
Parents are fucking, but what can you do?
Spend money on treatment? Yes, useless!
This is an abyss, porn on television,
On music channels, in the tops of a couple of lesbians.
Russian show business - party of fagots,
Frequent infection in the masses for millions of bucks.
Public houses - for modeling agencies,
Two thousand naive girls said goodbye to childhood
In the back seat of armored merchase.
In the smoke of expensive cigars, issues are resolved,
Division into classes, money in the city center,
Poverty on the outskirts. In sleeping areas,
In apartments, outside the windows, in concrete boxes
Those who will never believe in God are born,
Who will have to break through the road with fists,
Wiping tears, crossing the pain,
Knowing that there is no way out of this swamp,
In which only the remnants of the great people are drowning.

Che, boys, for life, right? The bazaar will be long.
Che for our life, yes, they raised the bazaar?
It’s better to get struggling b, sat b, shuddered,
The toasts raised, maybe they would remember.
Life is different in any way:
One cheese in oil is rolled across
The other is killed, breaks at night.
Where it lies badly, it is easier to take.
You need to feed yourself, your wife, mother -in -law.
Everyone thinks for himself in any way
Phones, clothes, pontoon car,
Lyalka smiles at the side, pleased,
The hut is huge. So you have to live calmer.
Only here are mazes, all firms are savvy,
Where there is a free place - they stick their children.
Where is there a simple guy here?
Like it, for any business is empty.
Study for money, universities, bribes are different,
I didn’t put it on the paw - the bazaars are everywhere without a mase.
Like it or not, today the money is decided,
In life, everything is possible, you yourself understand.
Brother, what to say? Wait for good luck!
Try to live correctly until you foolish.