Черная Экономика feat. Рыночные Отношения - Ветер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

2 bucks on your pocket in a ruble container, please parliament. so, step by step, life is dictated by regulations. he who sits there to rest will remain there forever. the one who is in motion respect along the ring plus turns fucking into infinity. I see that carelessness of the big world, this picture is fucked up. let's add some light, let's start over. who moved and will move, respect lads to all our people, let's stand in a circle, raise our hand to everyone, send everything to fuck, reach the sky with your middle finger. let's pierce a hole there, hello to the gods and all their bitches. all life is like the wind and nightmares torment me at night. and nightmares at night.

my life is the wind, it needs freedom. Of all the miracles in the world, I spend years on this. ask yourself who you are and who will answer you, maybe my whisper? I'm into this. I collect destinies, remember lives, only to know their destinies, everything else is superfluous. the Almighty will understand me, on weekends and weekdays we write roles for them from midnight to noon. he creates heroes, determining their path, and I have a pen and a whole world of excellent destinies. from the darkness of the studios will always be kept for someone, this is the main thing, those people will understand me. my life is the wind, I walk around the planet, I compose songs and I will not get tired of singing them, but I will soon leave again, and you forgive me. my life is the wind, moderate to strong.

after another party, I go around the posts. and now these native bridges, these open spaces are so simple for me, I was born here without a pussy, I left crosses on many things, many goals are already close. these areas are like quicksand. my life is like a strong wind, sometimes turning into a breeze, it takes me to the heights, whatever one may say, no matter how rotten. you must be fast as a lynx and wise. the time has come, the mountain of problems, and again the familiar winds, they are not touched like at home in the centers, the skids are bent, the lights are on in the houses. I often see fear in people's eyes, probably their life is drowning in tears. and my life is like the wind, I saw these lines in a dream and woke up at this moment and here I am on this tape, rewind, but don’t be impudent, but our life is like the wind, for the life of me.

my life is the wind, I live as best I can. only for myself in the answer, I do not regret anything. only forward, do not look around. and the noisy day will be replaced by the silence of the night. and the warm breeze will be replaced by a winter blizzard, but you fly ahead, even though everything repeats in a circle, like Groundhog Day, the sun breaks through the clouds. this music flies in the wind, this music from the very depths, from the very depths where my soul is, and this wind breaks the fire. yellow leaves stick to the asphalt and the hands of the clock wind somersaults, but you fly forward, let it be boring, I wish you only passing