Текст песни рома Мс - безпредел

Each of us has his own limits, someone robbing banks, he is hitting an eti steni. Someone has laid a mine in someone else’s apartment, and now he is thinking about his departure. Garbage, blatant six, thinking about how to tide the five. hostages and ask for a helicopter. in our country alone fly, or migrate to glide airplanes. and in the country the creator is some kind of madhouse, but for the convicts is a typical house. the boys on the parks are lamas our shops, they think about what will happen to them tomorrow. 2 of all our authorities do not care about all of us, they think about how grandmothers to steal. And when it comes down to everything, they immediately say that there is no way ...