Текст песни SMT - Взглядом по местности

I know my neighborhood does not believe in tears
Who are you actually check the time
Only a few years with stronger stanovjatsja
Someone who lives according to the scheme , while the spirit is rotting in their body
In general, bratulya , I thought a lot
Thought it would be now, if not the first then blew
Angle school , seventh grade , one bag of laughter really pleased us
These entrance - eternal hangout obsharpannosti walls, smoke under the ceiling
And what we become eventually realized only then
Come Potro about it, 'brother , leave the balcony
We will not hike that will not change
We are all real people and we want to believe in something
We are told that this world is impossible to correct
But you can try if you start with yourself.

Chorus dedicate their locality
This is our neighborhood
I wonder whether your cross to bear here
About what you say fame
Somewhere at dawn
Somewhere at sunset
We used to spend something on something
Health mum on their programs
How did all below smoothly
This is not propaganda , fucking sobriety
And a sober look at areas
I do not presume for all answer here bear
But the soul is not opened for fame
Yes, already a lot about all this is said
I personally was not able to walk vmazanym
But I know how many people tied
In this dirty garbage as mired
There are different here , vain souls
normal patsy
But the main thing is not that old , but a new wave of messengers
That is, many somewhere twenty years
What's this ? Some new action
Uebis rise and fall, not rise to
And to win the grand prize chances
A ticket to the final station

Everything was dull six months ago
Bratishi gone. Since then , keep yourself in the hands of
And somehow the days go badly
No positive with me , it was a lot of gray , gloomy .
All these engines led boys
No one has two baby shakes term
Everything seems to be niche , but rather what is the outcome
I swerved the wrong direction, but seemingly got
Give me strength , God, do not want to come back to this again
I do not want to overtax your brain redundant
Changed a lot of communication
Type of all such important human type whom there
And then I know. The kid is not stupid
Know with whom climbed crap
And continue to be discussed, as well
Game itself has gone
Twenty- first mission - but I'll Break
If strongly prispichelo
Well, until , blows smoke . mutim conductors
From rotten buzz want to be far

Chorus dedicate their locality
This is our neighborhood
I wonder whether your cross to bear here
About what you say fame