истории обыкновенного безумства - новый человек - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"This is our universal mistake. We forget about everything that can happen, naively hoping that the electronic signals in the plafon cancel any negative event."

Again disappointedly raves like shit doused

New man along the streets of the aged world

Twitter, Facebook his face in your device

He looks into your eyes, dresses in your clothes

Sold to expensive whores, smells of poisoned cheese

As a mousetrap in which it will not be a pity to rot

to the accompaniment of the waiting melody in the bank

Give the Skinhead Place he politely replies to you: "Dunke"

The new person does not know the place in the waste paper

From newspaper extracts people are now making skins

Yourself and children, use, develop, grow

This article is about how much you need to pay for it

Love inflation, Chistority market at the peak of fashion

Sell and use nature biores

With mouth and two holes - this is what you need for happiness

But we will retain the immaculate, we will be protected.

New man - levers, automation, demography

Click cooking, resurrection by photography

We trust everyone, disappointed in ourselves

We believe newspaper headings, deify the Internet

New people - superstition, dark time, apathy

The levers are broken down with carnal dreams

They trust everyone, but you are not like them

You drive a finger in a circle, drawing flowers on a rock

Eight in the morning, eyes stick to dreams.

Room, light from the window - one continuous navigation.

Mount of garbage under the bed, on the table other people's bottles of beer

But the new person is independent of the material world

Catch his knowledge of the quotes of world classics

Hold the charisma of your newfangled passion

Her tall heel and ready -made instagram camera

Will do their job to raise a social rank

In the doorway of an expensive restaurant, you will see your reflection

Familiar person, you saw each other last summer

crossed before he understood the charms of the new world

You will stop behind, but it will pass by out of habit

Walking along the streets of the old past, courtyards and buildings

With the eyes looking for the outlines you know

You will find only the old, in the ass of a drunken janitor

And you will jump off the ground, adjusted to the stream of vodka

"If you wear" right "things, then your chance to be noticed increases at times. I catch the eyes of beautiful girls from restaurants with luxurious signs, smile at them with the corners of my lips, catch the same template facial expressions addressed to me."