Лёша Ниц - Это классика - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This is a classic.

On the square in the smooth mass, you are lost.

Full in front of the faces. The gorge is maximum.

Statistics.

Who are they, where are they? Not everyone will answer.

Try it, answer yourself, feel how you smear.

Lastik

Wash errors in attempts to describe, there are three paragraphs

Creativity, trepanation and their formation

Three brothers

Brothers work in our hands, lead to life and trouble,

Take both, the third will show the road.

Like?

The elder of history will give the armor of eternity now

Occasionally. Their speeches are deeper, you are Merry

By truthfulness from a sense of self -importance.

The benefit with the truth is a strange beast.

Stop, get up.

Are you urgently lying, but where are the creators?

They also became supple, or become incurred?

This is a classic, for the sake of statics it is necessary to beat off the faces of the opponents,

Give birth to quilted jackets, completely burrow active.

Here they are, genius, their mother, modern democracy.

You are quieter. Pink platinum broadcasts from the stage,

In the wings are punishers, but in the backyards of the theater, a classic sounds.

And the signs of the glass are blocked. This is a broken time.

Carefully. Polzi, stripping his palms. Look how someone is drowning there.

He is devoured by tenderness with his world and he is dead, he is buried under you.

He climbs on your back, scratches, go blood, but you do not feel pain,

After all, pain is not a feeling, an emotion is no more,

And you are at the limit, like a dying genius, will groan from a couple of wounds,

Everything changes over a hundred years, everything grows on the same thing,

This is just a fluck in the history of dozens of Siam-poles.

The revolution?

The head of the grandmother is a slap with an ax - a classic.

Blind the back of the remains of dusty -

Systematics.

The sun is not required to be clarified

telecommunications,

Fake graphs vectors,

Elephants of deceivers of the Army G7 of nations.

It’s bad to live in Russia, and you try to save the life bending in other areas.

Drag, and nothing more. The loud avant -garde will not scatter the darkness, from a silent smile, do not break out of the stars,

And there are so few chances to take a take -off. And you try, because if you are allowed into expenses, then someone else.

So open your mouth and broadcast your stories.

Against the backdrop, Rachmaninov is torn.

This is a classic!

Crying the native land, a fragment of metal seasoned.

Leviathan of false acts in the atmosphere no longer burns.

There is no place for walls, everything new rotted, and sucked out of the finger,

No ways, we must justify yourself, learn the role, participation in the final dance

Yours will add a light of the situation.

The mise -en -scene fries with you in the company.

Crowding sobs with laughter, a huge ass on the screen.

They do not understand whether it is a movie, or a lively dispute about the difference in sexes.

And how many honest drunks were killed, how many hunger would die.

How much is everyone left

What life does your ridiculous disposition say.

Your calm sigh.

This is spitting.

Among the smooth wave, you suffocated in saliva.

With a head in a stuffed stomach.

This is an absolute of consumerism.

Man eats and pokes himself,

You like?

And what to do if at every step of contradiction, a lie or its forerunner,

Everyone is happy and shine.

We must work with this,

After all, this is a classic.