RIP - Яма - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Rarely, outside the boxes, houses, buttons, buttons,

And there are traffic jams everywhere, you will be timid here,

It is better one on the raft will be drowned, and not with a roots in a boat,

In the sea from vodka, where mountains are skyscrapers,

Not one of those who are in the basement of a faint, is waiting for a carriage by a hundred.

In this picture he left the mass, where without stopping, there are parties, as in a taxi after the club of beauty,

I jumped into the sneakers I go to the stop.

The hood is wrapped up, again thoughts are confused, past the areas familiar to me, days pass for minutes.

They were forgotten as if we were stuffed with fast foods, iPhones, eneni, their heads became with garbage trucks.

Clubs clogged with fools, boys are smoked in the trash, hundreds of people here without ideas, their faces are broken or powdered.