Текст песни My Promise, Inc - Год прошел - в кармане доллар

Year passed - in the dollar pocket
Poems - Brehov M.

Behind the place under the sun pay Stridogoga,
Five times more expensive than it is worth it.
Credit package grows. Growing market
There is a number of atheists and stoics.

Paranoids. Did not have time to get a healthy skin color.
Hiding the knives from each other in the smell of passersby.
Hide income tax and what:
We spend on alcohol, and on women younger.

Stretch began to look from the inside on the incoming,
You can live alone to yourself sweeter.
"You want me?" - she looks with binding,
"There is no way out," says the inscription on the back.

Not that life is routine rutin,
But money, as they say, are needed by everyone.
Work is not wolf. Work - Wolves Pond Prudi.
And to eat hunting and the fact.

Work, like work - thoughts in force,
A little traded and almost did not argue -
Cheap, I tell me, they bought you.
Well. So cheap and cost.

From empty to empty lyugh diamond water
Music and fresh - short search in yourself talents.
According to statistics and modest calculations -
There is not enough money in the country on all the musicians.

Set the new year on the counter.
I would know the bite - I would live in Sochi.
One guess .. However ..
Another one knew, but I didn't finish it.

I sold my time Stridoroga,
Five times more expensive than it is worth
Without a case, without thoughts, with the right of choice,
Without ideas, without desires in dilute blood.

Another year left impassively
Another year worried about his life
I gave any force of the dust in vain.
I drank again, Bil again, Rushil again and built.

Transparent. Ghostly. Tobacco.
It was heavy, and a nausea.
The year was worth something. Purchased and spent.
The year passed - in the pocket of the dollar.