Рома Хорс - Мечта - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

\Told fairy tales to the population.

That it’s impossible to fight this, the whole world is struggling with it - nothing works out... Well, kind of like what you have to endure. Well, there were people who did not want to endure it. Nice, this is our city, we were born and raised here. The world cannot be changed, but I will not let anyone trade in my entrance. Exactly the same as in your yard. And if all men think so, any city can be cleansed. \

Like many people

In my beloved country

I have a dream

She came from outside

Beyond my wishes

Beyond my aspirations and ideas

I want the hucksters to all suffer

I want the hucksters to die, do you hear?

How much blood was spoiled by my loved ones

How much money was taken from my pocket

And I want them to suffer constantly

Under the scorching sun

pouring rain

All partisans will fight this evil,

Let's begin!

No need to turn to garbage, they are not effective

And all their supposed events are fictitious.

And even the authorities do not want to exterminate this infection

It's profitable for them to raise junkies

And pay money to the Caucasus.

What do you and I need? it's so easy

They found a huckster, kicked him, and that was the end of it.

It's no secret now, they push weed everywhere

Where can you refuel with a crocodile?

where he'll break into a punch.

\Don't you fucking eat mushrooms?! And you don’t fucking eat mushrooms?! You don't fucking eat mushrooms. You don't eat mushrooms.\

No need for polemics here

No need for education

I just saw a merchant

And paid attention

On your boots, or a knife,

This is a personal matter

It's important that you hit the creatures decently

It’s enough for you to just call yourself a partisan

And it will become clear to everyone

That despite the jokes

You didn't come to them to entertain their fucking party.

And have fun yourself,

Breaking bitches' hands.

Just imagine,

If only they weren't there at all.

I would do everything the same anyway

I drove around the city and helped those who needed it

While the sensible guys took their salaries.

Well, now they are junkies and every week

They steal money from grandma under the bed

And on dark evenings they put passers-by on the pen

I don't want my son to be like them

So I will cleanse the city of drugs

And I urge all sensible people to do this

You can always whine that everything around is not the way you want it to be,

And you can change our world faster than the guys writing.