Текст песни КРАЙС - реальности нет
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это музыка станций, и чем больше слов, тем меньше конгломераций,
все распадаются,
на следующей станции,
вагончик тронется, а он останется,
и так распалась группа, ну что? как ?нравится?
предупреждали ведь, о последней станции.
знали на что вы шли, знали как кончается,
все всегда все знают, но никто не радуется.
дальше все по традиции,
засрать того с кем был по принципу,
он уже не брат, он такой секой,
в общем все так же, как с сукой любовью.
люди не меняются, они стоят на месте,
это не прогресс, не эволюция, честно,
это всего лишь странные люди,
не конгрессмены, ни политики,
они как старухи-старички,
обсуждают за спинами, вяжут носочки крестиком,
и не уместно говорить о людях хорошо,
если видишь что-то хорошее, значит не туда пошел, значит тоже изгой,
значит ты тоже тварь,
и добро пожаловать в наш клуб, жуликов наркоманов,
и если он поэт, то явно хулиган он,
ходит с ноггано, или со стечкиным,
ночью убивает женщин,
занимается каннибализмом,
а в детстве издевался над котятами,
и вообще не странно что пишет он стихи,
сейчас все такие, сейчас такая мода.
Это не мейнстрим, как подвернутые джинсы, в любую погоду,
Здесь не о политике, и не о какой-то даме,
здесь о целом, в общем,
про общество
над нами, рядом, да и вообще кругом.
Куда ты не посмотришь, везде как кошкин дом,
везде кто-то под кем-то,
круговорот силы в природе,
без лишнего контента,
не смешивая разные элементы,
судьба накажет каждого, кто не был отмщен,
ведь все же видит бог, а может и не видит,
и это просто запись, на каком-то старом видике.
мы люди-призраки, живем во вчерашнем дне,
задумался,
аж страшно..
может реальности нет.
Здесь не о политике, и не о какой-то даме,
здесь о целом, в общем,
про общество
над нами, рядом, да и вообще кругом.
Куда ты не посмотришь, везде как кошкин дом,
везде кто-то под кем-то,
круговорот силы в природе,
без лишнего контента,
не смешивая разные элементы,
судьба накажет каждого, кто не был отмщен,
ведь все же видит бог, а может и не видит,
и это просто запись, на каком-то старом видике.
мы люди-призраки, живем во вчерашнем дне,
задумался,
аж страшно..
может реальности нет.
it's music stations, and the more words, the less conglomeration,
all break up,
at the next station,
The trailer will move, and he will stay,
and so the band broke up, so what? How? I like it?
they warned about the last station.
knew what you were on, knew how it ends,
everyone always knows everything, but no one is happy.
further all by tradition,
zasrat with whom he was on the principle,
he is no longer a brother, he is such a sheep,
in general everything is the same as with bitch love.
people do not change, they stand still,
this is not progress, not evolution, honestly,
they are just strange people,
not congressmen, nor politicians,
they are like old women, old men,
discuss behind their backs, knit socks with a cross,
and it is not appropriate to talk about people well,
if you see something good, then it means that you did not go there, it means also an outcast,
then you are also a creature,
and welcome to our club, rogue addicts,
and if he is a poet, then he is clearly a bully,
walks with noggano, or with stitchin,
kills women at night,
deals with cannibalism,
and in his childhood scoffed at kittens,
and it's not at all strange that he writes poetry,
Now all such, now such a fashion.
This is not mainstream, like tucked in jeans, in any weather,
This is not about politics, and not about some lady,
here about the whole, in general,
about society
above us, next to, and in general around.
Wherever you look, everywhere like a cat's house,
everywhere someone is under someone,
the cycle of power in nature,
without excess content,
not mixing different elements,
fate will punish everyone who has not been avenged,
in fact all the same the god sees, and can and does not see,
and it's just a record, on some old vidic.
we are ghost people, we live in yesterday,
thought,
already scary ..
there can be no reality.
This is not about politics, and not about some lady,
here about the whole, in general,
about society
above us, next to, and in general around.
Wherever you look, everywhere like a cat's house,
everywhere someone is under someone,
the cycle of power in nature,
without excess content,
not mixing different elements,
fate will punish everyone who has not been avenged,
in fact all the same the god sees, and can and does not see,
and it's just a record, on some old vidic.
we are ghost people, we live in yesterday,
thought,
already scary ..
there can be no reality.
all break up,
at the next station,
The trailer will move, and he will stay,
and so the band broke up, so what? How? I like it?
they warned about the last station.
knew what you were on, knew how it ends,
everyone always knows everything, but no one is happy.
further all by tradition,
zasrat with whom he was on the principle,
he is no longer a brother, he is such a sheep,
in general everything is the same as with bitch love.
people do not change, they stand still,
this is not progress, not evolution, honestly,
they are just strange people,
not congressmen, nor politicians,
they are like old women, old men,
discuss behind their backs, knit socks with a cross,
and it is not appropriate to talk about people well,
if you see something good, then it means that you did not go there, it means also an outcast,
then you are also a creature,
and welcome to our club, rogue addicts,
and if he is a poet, then he is clearly a bully,
walks with noggano, or with stitchin,
kills women at night,
deals with cannibalism,
and in his childhood scoffed at kittens,
and it's not at all strange that he writes poetry,
Now all such, now such a fashion.
This is not mainstream, like tucked in jeans, in any weather,
This is not about politics, and not about some lady,
here about the whole, in general,
about society
above us, next to, and in general around.
Wherever you look, everywhere like a cat's house,
everywhere someone is under someone,
the cycle of power in nature,
without excess content,
not mixing different elements,
fate will punish everyone who has not been avenged,
in fact all the same the god sees, and can and does not see,
and it's just a record, on some old vidic.
we are ghost people, we live in yesterday,
thought,
already scary ..
there can be no reality.
This is not about politics, and not about some lady,
here about the whole, in general,
about society
above us, next to, and in general around.
Wherever you look, everywhere like a cat's house,
everywhere someone is under someone,
the cycle of power in nature,
without excess content,
not mixing different elements,
fate will punish everyone who has not been avenged,
in fact all the same the god sees, and can and does not see,
and it's just a record, on some old vidic.
we are ghost people, we live in yesterday,
thought,
already scary ..
there can be no reality.