Текст песни Выше этажом - Сыты по горло

Lil vinil
Well, maybe enough ah? I'm tired
Who needs these laws, I'm not a sheep
Stop sending to pens, no confidence
For each of the shelves Chronicle,
The government is not a friend, my girlfriend wilted
Tons, gon, I groan run in the subway
All children of the sun, and I am a child of the winds
I walked away from the essence and did not start correctly
I try to bring you something a little shaking
Law enforcement bodies pounding faces
Is this all true or do I still dream?
With our money, they are killing killers and maniacs
But the children are starving and the tramps
Analyzed from me than that
While the sky is blue everything will be on the ointment
Survive ailments and let it through somewhere
Over the shoulder and not the left parasite
We are programmed and there are no fairy tales in this world.
And do not dream, and then you will become a cashier in sartire
And a little courage that would not give a damn
On the way go to the goal and its all the hum
Young old lazy grumblers
A generation of trouble and worse than the plague
The bottle is burned and with it the foil
Hell, I lured the shores
I drove a hop, and Nikita critic
Vinyl know well know he is not a whiner
But it is mundane to say I'm not happy
At least I am glad that while I am free
I can not imagine life in four walls
It remains to send all the stories na
The system does not break and it is useless to fight
That said the guy who started poking
If on top of someone there is no more scum
Please, I do not want to smear ointment
But I will not feel sorry for myself and get up from my knees
So say brothers, we waited for change
Day after day I go all the same way.
Green leaves are already at my feet
I do not wait for summer, I love winter more
What happened to me then I didn’t understand
It seems the correct was and lived by the rules
But somewhere sailed away and beer corrected
I thought I would not change but take their year
Hoodie tgk on face beard
With this look, I do not cause serious
I am not the future of the nation avoid cirrhosis
I am a lover of bottles and late evenings
If you lured me with someone nothing
And all the cat's tail, I realized it right away
And in my life I remember only one phrase.
No matter how hard this country is
Whatever happens, may the force be with us
What will happen next, what we have time to make
We know how to survive but do not know how to live

TORr
I would rest and all sorts of rhymes off
Poems are not that and I will be completely different
Where is my homeland? There is no place to go.
Every day like hell a permanent rally
It became disgusting to see even my Moscow
I want to contemplate the sky and the blue
I need to feel the air
But my dreams still run past
Maybe I could not bear the dreams in reality
But that voice that I call more often in me
I am trying to figure out what is tormenting in the soul
Is it a fool for me whether something bothers me
Deprived of the right to choose and where is she freedom
Everybody has their own laws.
What are the rules to follow only harm yourself
They themselves know how someone dared to commit
A whisper there utters the name of the scoundrel
Tsar he or anyone or just a policeman
We are in chains and someone controls us
Who are they who watered mud
Show at least one whose conscience is clear
Who made no mistakes and visited those places
Either this is a lie or a consolation.
I had to lie, lord, I beg your pardon
Inexhaustible desire to be rude to someone
In the crowd, every hero who can Naham
Here it is a nation accustomed to rat behind his back
Who will stay when the city covers the war
And I myself do not know what to expect tomorrow
It will be a good day or no sunset
For the ruins of the house, the subway is like a cave
What will happen to our world if faith is lost
Not a penny in my pockets never worried
Homeless passers-by only caused pity
How much will profit from the bottom
Tolley beyond heartlessness whether there are no brakes
And where is that call that can calm me
No need for words they can cost nothing
Your truth you already know where is sitting
And while I am silent everyone will convince in something
Scary and funny we are all fed up
And how to continue to live, everyone chooses himself
In search of good to the Almighty, we serve submissively.
In a word, we exist like that and do not believe in miracles.