ZXPH XLLXS - DXVXL FRXXT - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Days of the week and life is not what we want

Finances flew into our hands, we did not catch them

And everyone here measures other people by them

Paphos, Llava and manners, but they have long forgotten about the abundance of the beauties of a kind soul

Days of the week and life again fly past us, we do not live, they strangled

Everyone hangs labels people become a thing in the store

We are denigrated by tongues suspended and irresistible

We will reflect their rumors, they are crumpled only under the veil, a mystery

hidden in the flesh, Cerberus people, arguing with their heads

There is not enough weight in their words, stop, listen and look

Pay attention, but don't try to attract their attention, it's better to let go

Do not be sad, without them they will return, you'll see

You better treat them, the guests will arrive only the smell of food

Not again, but the sound of coins attracted me to dinner

Guests for food, so many years, have not seen each other, how are you

Someone is still looking for their happiness, they often squeak about you in fashion magazines

Who only writes about you, on the cover of trendy

In the weather for fashion, see through life

People will devour you all together, like potato peelings in a hungry year.

Cold heart, folk code

Will open this door to that world

Where someone is always in the weather for a coin

Lies, swears to do whatever they ask

If only the grass grew in the hand

He walks barefoot, let's leave

These troubles, people always don't listen to anyone, they just don't give a fuck

But they themselves pour water into their ears, they heal better than toast

Vocabulary is sharp, many words can hurt worse than Nord-Ost

But growths in memory, smell menacingly, worse than compost

People build houses, build dreams, have children,

They develop plans, but how many burns in spiritual fire, do not count, do not heal wounds

They don’t notice, drawing swords, they go to war, you can’t hold them back

They empty the glasses, you don’t treat them, they decide how to live, but they miss life

Forbes, newspapers, headlines, all opinions are food

They broadcast about wealth, causing envy in hungry mice

But I'm not going in a hurry, along the way all in wounds, growths

Feet cut glass, broken heart

Do not glue it, piece by piece, you can’t see the malpost, so that he takes me away from this rotten wilderness that is not subject to prayers, I will reach the platform, climb it to sing my songs to everyone, or I will jump, like Asasin, to secretly kill all of yours

Fashion is now moving forward, everyone is chasing it tirelessly

They tirelessly rush in lines to the store so that they get it too

Advertising asks you to buy it, pay a lot of money for it

Wealth inside, and not what the TV tells you so often