Narekk - Решётка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You know, I live in a cold and without a sensual world. Some profit, on the weaknesses of others. Wars, terrorism. Bands, ghetto. The turn is chosen by his criminal ego. A man-nickname. They fed dog food. They laughed, mocked. But everyone doesn’t give a shit. Police plays bowling. Everyone has their own role. The individual damage takes on their heads

Cities, persons, situation. Each one has its own party. Everyone would have to eat more, to sleep more often. In any case, each in the hands of everyone has a different suit.

Years pass, cities are changing.

People leave and come. The crowd develops.

Forces will dissolve, youth will disappear. Only my gaze will remain, in my life eternal

Souls relaxed than salty. Somewhere hot, somewhere is cold. The heart is driven into the heart. The soul of a straw. Once, over and over, overflows the life of the city. I put bits without hydra and beer. I have different rhymes spin in Boshka.

In the hands of the grass, on the feet of Nike. Likes are placed on all avatars. I sit and read the world's news. This was killed, they shot another. There are explosions, and here is a panic. The head crosses through gloomy traffic.