Ефрем Амирамов - Реп пожилого оптимиста
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For my conscience, I serve as a target,
But I do not want to run away from this.
The soul is ready for self -cleaning,
Well, I’ll try not to interfere ..

The thought of annoying is itching:
It’s a pity to waste time on the obvious.
Who will I argue with? With whom to agree?
I would first figure it out!

I found something ... - What is difficult to call,
You look - just - explain tedious.
Everyone can see each other, must be aware
What is solid in it, in which it is insignificant.

But before the capt is somewhere with poison,
Let me look who is with me ...
Who will I offend if I measure so?
I just see - only I believe!

Strange things happen in the world
Beasts like people and people like children.
Which the boobs were taken away from Mamkina,
To whom they hired morons for the role of nannies.

No one is offended - a specific tribe,
Feelings pour in the form: either blood or seed.
They lie to the people again, they tear over again,
In the struggle for freedom of dirty word.

Strange feelings - well, a family!
Even an art in the form of a remake.
But all this is okay - let the children amuse!
After all, there is a specific stupidity in the world.

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I'll tell the children to know to grandchildren,
On what troubles, by what flour
Our forefathers carried our will to us
That life would be more beautiful for everyone.

And now what and what for the sake of
Dilia spent on my bed.
The leader of the herd - I'm not keeping in my leg ..
A voice from Ada cries of God.

Who limits the boundaries,
The world is depersonalized by the mask of the killer.
The difference in religions shares everyone,
And what where are the intrigues - everything heses.

Different religions doomed dogma
These for battles, those for pogroms.
Everyone drags wretched in his corner,
So they quarter God.

The devils are happy - the world is mutilated,
The death machine whose engine is eternal.
Religions of all colors - believe, do not believe - the false masks of grandmother -death.

A terrible thought has become very specific:
That only death in our world is immortal?!
And what about everyone, we, you and I, everyone who breathes:
We don’t hear each other ... and who will hear us?

It’s not difficult for us to dip a joy,
When everything is possible not muck! ..
Just muck - a cult of different opinions,
Again the world will lower the world.

Eh, body / bold /? I will live - I will dispose of the soul,
But the wounds hurt - because I rub.
No needy, those from theft:
Money, love or royal throne even.

And the prince-Korolevichi, whom the world was once conquered.
Went and fell, fell in the form
To the endless abyss of time ...

Or maybe it was worth hitting a bloodsucker
There is a thing to build who did not seek to live ..
And the rest are all people-narodes,
They will bless the dictatorship of freedom!

Where there is no meanness and crime.
God is one for all - and without stupidity!
All happy ... all loved ones ...
All are beautiful and not imaginary!

Freedom is not right, I must live so!
I am connected with humanity with her.
Best of all, I understand all this,
When I cook for people, I eat with them.

Only freedom will show me the truth!
Only she will punish all vices!
I think even the children will soon understand:
There is no injustice in the world.

What you believe in - everything is not in vain!
Only what you know how to do cool.
For example, a simple nature of revealing
I would have taken out of vice into art!

How can we just get up with the whole world!
And care about each other's soul.
And realize that only together, believe me,
We will find both love and immortality.

There are things that they don’t talk about- they are felt and protected as wisdom.
We only create our own hell ourselves, all the rest- paradise, love and youth.

("Rap elderly optimist").