Текст песни Птаха a.k.a. Зануда Feat NPM - Обо Всем

Ptah
Seven by three - twenty-one
Game «Black Jack» and in Russian just in a point
Today you are a king, tomorrow fell in a lady,
Today you're thieves, tomorrow your ace is torn.
In life there are different gaskets,
But this is normal, be ready to fight brother
Okay, if you do not fool yourself
Where to get money, for yourself on a stable feed
How to pull this matryoshka into a crib
To after docking, fall asleep sweetly.
God above sees all the moving
Hold on to the brother, do you hear? Hold on to the brother!
And it does not matter whether they betrayed or not
Those you trusted as an asshole for so many years.
You must be a loner in life
You know, to be honest, it's even easier.
If there are questions in the fords
So, in the cold with their own demands
Life is like a scythe, a day like dew
Melts, over the years like beauty
First the heart is covered with wrinkles
Then life becomes, a simple routine.
And remember first of all, your family
And friends, and Che? they are friends
They will help you, night and day
Lavender, advice, and trunk
And remember, do not ask them for anything or anything.
Hoping for their shoulder.

It's just a thought, so what?
It's just phrases, so what?
The revolution has nothing to do with it
It's just a track, so what?

Boris, Poltinnik
It's just a thought, so what?
It's just phrases, so what?
The revolution has nothing to do with it
It's just a track, so what?

It's just a thought, so what?
It's just phrases, so what?
The revolution has nothing to do with it
It's just a track, so what?

Boris
It's just a track so nothing
Before you is honest, like a doctor
Well, we'll begin to teach how to live one day,
Burning everyday life, uncomplicated walking the path?
Again a bummer, a fracture and again a drama
Weightless words kilograms, like a phonogram
Everything on the verge of deceit, street karma
This is a street fairy tale, in ??? (Plan clubs that-whether)
Who is the hot bath with a sharp blade
Who is the roof of the house if he does not disdain to fly?
To whom the scene, and to someone the viewer's place
Someone accused, someone prosecutor here
There are no clear edges, the will of the case
Everything in the hands of his father, because his son's father lives
Or the father's son, now and then it happens
Kitchen, vodka, knife, neighbor 02 calls
Chronicles of the days and fewer moments of joy
One-third of life comes this old age
Twenty Three years ago my report also went out
And one more verse so about anything

Boris, Poltinnik
It's just a thought, so what?
It's just phrases, so what?
The revolution has nothing to do with it
It's just a track, so what?

It's just a thought, so what?
It's just phrases, so what?
The revolution has nothing to do with it
It's just a track, so what?

Poltinnik
Equal share is given at the start of each
Which you chose, believe me, it does not matter
Stop zamalivat, ask for silly requests
Then spit and do things vague
And in general, who and what for came up with all this?
Tablets, syringes, glue, bags
These tips - they say, will calm your nerves
Give not you the last, give not you the first!
The shots are shining in scraps of gray papers
Vera remained. Almost no hope
And this bright light at the end of the tunnel
Rushing on the watch a merciless second tribe
It's like a seed that does not germinate
It's like a bird that does not fly
She is like a snake beating poison ivy
And one more line so about anything ...