Третий Путь - Продажный город - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Vadim Kunlulli:

And who will not listen to us, that I stop in the jar ...

Howard Stern.

Tell you what is like one dick - Howard Stern.

Now I'll tell you everything!

Gnome:

All this city is the market where all people share

On sellers and buyers, in the rich and town residents,

Suckers, successful entrepreneurs,

On those who make money and those who spend them.

Sale of things - yesterday,

Now everything is for sale, and all who are not too lazy:

Vulgar Madama Bashwood their love

Barygi - the illusion of happiness, which is beyond the blood.

In the temples of knowledge, corruption also dominates,

Sales officials, Colonels, Police.

You can buy everything - success one and very simple:

If there is money - there will be career growth.

You can buy a post, and you can ass, that it sits on it.

No loot, not scary - take a loan!

Flexible economy - here are the progress of the century,

Do whatever you want - complete democracy.

Everything would be fine, but can be seen without special courses,

We are rich until we have enough resources.

What's next? What will we leave the generation?

But no one comes to this, unfortunately ...

Chorus:

Everything is bought here, everything is sold here,

Everything is exhibited here, everything is taken here.

Rustaveli:

On TV - chicken coop - sweet paradise for roosters,

Cute Ebalnichs, Competitions for money,

Plasticine chaos instead of good night,

Now your child does not fall exactly.

A, getting early in the morning, your belly

To know, bitch, what the "cranks" and "Mudaki" mean ...

This is fucking! You do not understand?

"And what to watch?" - you ask.

Do not know? I, too, are insensitive,

I'm just passing, and here I don't care about ...

And this Yeban Russian show business

- Cloaca dirty lave, mouse ...

On every corner of the office, offices, bosses,

Stupid image makers, slotting promoters, producers, fidels and bitch.

On each tag with the price, in the brains are full of sucks,

And he seems to be with you, while you are the main character.

Chorus:

Everything is bought here, everything is sold here,

Everything is exhibited here, everything is taken here.

Gena Thunder:

In faces close to me the spirit of the truth of wrinkles,

We are far from all the same, that we are in the country - fools!

Subordinate to the lawlessness, not the rule of law,

Reliable cops, and save money for a bribe.

Here you can do everything that is impossible, you can buy everything,

Buy, sell, drive, pass, change, but do not give!

In no case, what are you, how is it possible?!

Twenty-first century - all that can be done and can not be!

So there it lies all wealth,

But there is no fraternity, excuse me - the glory!

Everything is torn here, then sold,

Everything is exhibited here, everything is taken here ...

Baga-tyr:

Dirty places, currency, outstretched hands,

Flour gray in the eyes - around one bitches.

One road, faith in God sold long ago,

In the temples are building markets and even God is still.

The boundaries divide, the abyss, the smell of money does not allow to fall asleep,

Tears of children can be sold, their joy is not to return.

The extinct eyes of fathers, debts, overdue checks.

We are a hole for yourself, without money we are crippled ...

"Fight Club" Chuck Palanik:

- We are just ...

- Right! Consumers. We are obsessed with external attributes of succeeding. Murders, hunger, crime - all this does not care about me, and worry me celebrities and scandals ... scandals ... scandals ... scandals ...

Idea: Gnome;

Text, Chitka: Gnome, Rustaveli, Thunder gene, Baga-tyr;

Chorus: Dimon, Gnome;

Music: Dimon, Kuzmitch