60. DEsant - По Ком Звонит Колокол
текст песни

1st part:

In the bustle of concrete walls
Where is the man - an ant that did so little ...
Where are people in search of news
They turn on the telly even believing him to the tantrum ...
Homeless writes something on the sheet
Sitting at the station on a cardboard near the cold walls
People turn their nose as if he is undressed for them
Not understanding what torments him to the bones

Not knowing what once
This very man lived the same salary ...
And there was a jacket not paid
And if next to the ruble fell, he would not cry ...
Now in clothes. rumpled, he catches his eyes like "alcoholic, understandable"
But only at the station to sleep quite coolly
And everyone does not care what he was trying to say slurred
Yes ... he does not remember anything. He does not remember the name of him and lived in which house ...
But no one will help. Everyone has their own problems, who needs bottomless?
He is an abandoned weed, in a cheap society of plants
And no one cares about outstretched brushes
It doesn’t matter to anyone that the bed is complicated
But to despise for poverty. There is nothing more vile
After all, even if it was damn hungry
I did not stole from the store, even if no one is damn ...

And then one day he saw how a girl ran to him ... with his eyes dried up
They stood and looked at each other, with a smile.
Homeless ... and this passer
And everyone who went nearby, noticed that ... they ... incredibly similar
And he suddenly remembered that the same bell gave ....... his daughter

2 part:

Chorus:

No fight, you don't understand, you ringing a bell
There is no battle, a break, only someone verb
Brown -reversal. Battle Olds in fun
A real warrior is very rare here very rarely
His cabbage bearing - already runs like a rabbit

Verse

I open the 3rd round by breaking your corkscrew
And shut you up only by switching to a whisper
Seeing in pairs many shout: "For what?"
As if they see a dumb woman without photoshop
If something falls - I turn on the light
And this opponent is looking for venues from the floor
His name is for skids of youngsters every other day
The neck of whiskey disappears between the jaws
So ... your opening was driven
My loud bell rings while your bell is sluggish
Goalkeeper .. you are so small from you
Although I fastened weakly, but you flew into my mouth
From plastic your Chinese style
Cheap, primitive, like your fables
I look in a whisper, I read more dangerous
And the witness here is your idle execution here

Chorus:

There is no battle, a break, only someone verb
Briefly reversal, bell ringing for you
No battle, you did not understand, the Olds are in fun.
No battle, here the passage is nope