Поэт без усов - Эго - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Surveyed by its own ego

In the era of individualism we hasten, not understanding where

Without thinking about the consequences, we turn into ghosts

We treat only the symptoms of the disease, hoping that we can withstand a new blow

The quintessence of fake emotions imposed by society

Content with carnal pleasures, overcoming your own essence is quite possible

But for sure, not next to these bitches.

Choose people intently

Bringing the bends of the body with a look, look closely at every little thing

Study the one to whom you decide to believe

Let someone consider pedantry, now it is so easy to become a game and a reward is great, when the proven with you will remain at the time of critical ..