Рифмабит - По наклонной - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Our damn planet fell under disaster, flight will not help, and not find a place for everyone, to hide, because you can’t hide from ourselves, we are not alive, not dead, our race is blind. Well, how can you get to come to terms with this without thinking about the future to become a suicide? Yes, humanity is now anti -killer, and many do not like to live in this style. But there is no effort to make life better, we give our souls to the devil, and we torment ourselves, in the hope that we get a cornucopia, even if we live in a cloud. It has become easier to live, but now we live less, though in their trees there are much more cracks. The hearts tremble from a sweet, impudent, but short life, which passes in a useless sense, our thoughts were hanging on egoism. Fate gives you to swear, and puts enema to everyone. He cuts his eyes from Smog, and someone lives from time to time, cruelly. People at work do not pay salaries, and some dick tumbled billions from the country. In theispery, but what to lose? After all, you don’t give a damn. He built himself, and will not break. And we all fall into one big cliff, we strive to forget about our essence. And a big explosion passes, it is a mental disaster, and not just a myth.

What does our evolution bring? In every mind, self -revolution is taking place. Will it really be forever? People, hear our speeches.

We want good luck soldiers to live sweeter than richer, but we got bogged down in their ears in their damn porridge. We obey our presidents and fight, we kiss the ass for money and dance. Dollar, dollar, damn dollar, dollar, for it we shed blood, but where is the donor? And in the zones they know better about the laws than the hell of politics on their thrones. We are talking about what many are afraid to say aloud, they think about it, but they cannot give a sound, everyone wants to live peacefully and happily, but they only want, and they say, promise, but only they say. We all believe in God, only when we feel bad. Fate is a road, each has its own strict. We cry, we suffer when we lose our own people, but when they kill strangers, fuck us, we don’t notice this. The anarchy filled the world and this can be seen strongly, how many innocent people are now killed, a lot of blood is shed, the word is forgotten by God, how much wise is clogged, a lot of fate is buried. Fashion freedom is closed, and everyone knows this, but for some reason they reconciled, and only someone decides. Cities are destroyed, poor children suffer, bearded uncles Allah Akbar scare. And only thieves manage the laws, they spit on all nonsense, they row the dollars with mountains. Humanity goes crazy, culture rot, only the devil only knows what all this leads to.

Down, down the inclined, our world is rolling. Someone was waiting for Armageddon, so he came.