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Don't listen to anyone, you know everything yourself, make beauty
someone needs something, let them fuck off
This is just your unplowed field under your feet
The clock is ticking, no one is eternal, the planet of suffering



Temperature 37 outside, bitter winter
When you knock on these doors, open the carol
I'll take a walk in the yard while it's still light outside
And under our feet our childhood was covered with white snow
They wanted their son to be a genius and not a dumbass
Banned a lot vector school institute work
If something is unclear, they immediately kick
Mom is crying quietly, dad has been drinking again and is acting up
And in the morning there are liters of blood and cut hands
I didn't have to die of boredom in those years
The first lines were written in blue paste on the paper.
The loneliness inside ate my bones like a dog
I lived without hope but always pursued a goal
In a word, cut the brains like a chain on a chainsaw
This whole world is unfolding at a 90 m pace
Despite the bloody nose and scraped knees


Don't listen to anyone, you know everything yourself, make beauty
someone needs something, let them fuck off
This is just your unplowed field under your feet
The clock is ticking, no one is eternal, the planet
suffering

You had friends, but now where are they all?
The smell of profit tomorrow you will see it at the end
This concert goes on without a microphone
Here everyone has their own price, their own lifelong dogma
I don't give a damn about social elevators
Here under the green hood I have my own worlds
You fell hundreds of times and got back to your feet, my friend.
they wanted you to die, put some stupid cottage cheese
You are alone here and remember that no one will lend a hand
Remember that only weaklings get drunk in the evenings
Your destiny is knocking on doors and windows
Cut yourself across the grain every minute
Once I got lost here too and was almost homeless
But he continued to sharpen the system into the night with a stationery knife
There is a way out if you're alive, believe me, we're in trouble here
It just takes time and a little effort



Don't listen to anyone, you know everything yourself, make beauty
someone needs something, let them fuck off
This is just your unplowed field under your feet
The clock is ticking, no one is eternal, the planet of suffering