Lumeo - Рассуждения - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What is the day of the city, everyone says the holiday. Are you a patriot of Russia? - No, you are an alcoholic in you dirty son. Why celebrate what you so careless, because it is not love, but a glass of vodka to the celebration of the city give a reason. I looked out into the street, everywhere garbage, dirt, whores, everything went to hell, I am sad. And maybe I am one of those who do not love your city, and it’s true that you won’t find happiness here, only darkness and cold, perhaps I am wrong, maybe this topic will be controversial for you, but I don’t know where to knock out and select , break, or squeeze the path here, road. Please, you are not angry with everything that I said, a flock, I was never attached to her, I was an idiot, I was a pear for extra Lule. What is the crests? Question with button accordion, they have everything ok there, that the guys mix you like that? Khokhls are our brothers, that in this so cool to tear the brothers for the fact that thieves are politicians? The topic was heated, because nothing depends on me, I am only a simple guy with a dream, I want my music to be dependent. How many rats tried to mentally flood me, but I continue, by Byciding that the knots were saying. But to fuck how to close their eyes passing by the children of drug addicts, someone has warm, affection and love in the family, but what I saw, left in the memory of only spots of pain, I go after a school day in the rain, tears my soul, that guy Which I had seen before with a smile on my face, now I sit not on a positive, but on pills and needle, what does the government look for? You look around, and so sank below.

Maybe everything that I said now will turn out to be feces, but what I see on my streets really scares me, some kind of fraer of the child is frightened, if he doesn’t get away from the car, then it will be bazaid with him, and maybe I can Of those that everyone was hastily blown up, maybe everything was good, I stayed within the walls of old streets, not going to, and you should not spend time in empty boredom, panic, remembering that the problem with the fathers is now, fucked and fucked and I ran away, this is how the banner, but I will have a child when I won’t leave him a bitch know this, people asked me to pull for two to three minutes to stretch the purchases, but listen to what it turns out is strange like 14 years and the brain is at the expense of all This is so exploding, many will not like this track due to negativity, but everything seems to be in rhyme, there are no those mats, and I really try to get old tracks better, I am now writing the text, but at that time the child is sobbing, watching that, watching that As a drunken father, the mother beats, and I pray to everything to be fine, and covered us with a blanket of kindness and freedom, so that it is cold, and a feeling of hunger disappears, so that those who laugh would continue, without chewing that the day of Judgment will come, Do not believe anyone, God knows one too much.