Санчес, Exhausted - Инновация - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No matter how bitter, cock in the soul and useless

It is impossible to be useful for her by walking along the blade = Motherland =

A harsh burden of time walking

There is all that would sink ... and nothing to get up

There are so many options for honors, flattery

So few with anyone really are you or with you who together

Do not twist and no matter how you climb out of the skin

Your being is branded - your place will be too ...

Your bed - covered with your Self

Everything is unlearly temporarily - and there are so

I can't fall asleep - alcohol interferes ...

And let the salt in my eyes, more often I see zero

Let the mole overlap each time

All means are good ... so as not to die

This is tin - as it is - to see the obvious

Units can - this, fucking, is insulting to me ...

What is needed, bitch, see the truth

Look around, ookin's gaze, no need to closely

My brother is from Lubyanka, I myself am "Rubin"

This is not so important that you would see the truth ..........

Once - everything can be seen with their own eyes ...

Two - Listen Dotsfam - Multijack

Three - veil from their eyes

Four - 828 live ...

We are just spectators - this is the theater of shadows

In which people have lost the meaning of bright days

And the wind of prejudices takes away further from the land

I am in ahu ... how easily souls suck ...

We are spectators - this is the theater of shadows

In which people have lost the meaning of bright days

And the wind of prejudices takes away further from the land

I am in ahu ... how easily souls suck ...

Here Sanchez - album "Sold"

There is no continuation where there is no homeland

While I see/hear empty conversations

Like the Andreevsky flag - in the country of tricolors

What your grandfather fought for, spilled blood

What would you have become an idiot, dude, smoked a loaf?

Or soulless doll - replenishing the army

Heritage of Mishura and Porn Sit only

NO!!! Stop ... enough enough

Next to you, the door opening which you will think solo

Don't take the attack - I know it's hard

Stay afloat when the ship is about to sink

My brother is undressed, my brother is

But seeing the gingerbread as a mile away, not noticing the whip under the nose

"After all, I'm cool ... .. And ... everything went fuck ..."

So our Ivan thinks, wearing the last shirt

On the way on the block - a shadow hung

You thought you are free = fucked = here he is your "Yuryev day"

You are too lazy to think now, and tomorrow it will be too late

It has already come, frozen in your brain

We are just spectators - this is the theater of shadows

In which people have lost the meaning of bright days

And the wind of prejudices takes away further from the land

I am in ahu ... how easily souls suck ...

We are spectators - this is the theater of shadows

In which people have lost the meaning of bright days

And the wind of prejudices takes away further from the land

I am in ahu ... how easily souls suck ...

No theater ...

The characters are not fictitious, the coincidences are not accidental ...

The meaning of your days has long been lost, and you are a product of a class of the third and a lower variety ...

You are amusing yourself with empty hopes, distant plans, sincerely believing in the greatness of your country, which every day is more and more trampled into the mud with an overseas boot under the direct cover of the Kremlin ...

So know: you already owe five knees forward now ...

Your children, your grandchildren and so on ...

Let you now be young, you don’t think about it and you have never heard this, but know: you are just a puppet following a strictly given course and a directed direction ...

This process is extremely difficult to break, but perhaps ...

Learn to think yourself, read smart books ...

Choose from this swamp ...