Текст песни Черная Экономика и Рыночные Отношения - Вавилон

Nokia connectin PEOPLE
in contact morons
from western movies the same fuck
chase their loved ones in the grave
brains rotted from iniquity
in hell so many people fucked up as they would not have punched a hole here
soon there will be names, the world will be ruled by vampires
fucking will not cost sapphire and diamond
fuck will not need oil and gas
nothing to pay special forces
insects all kick the bucket soon
Only artificial flowers in vases
for air is MAZ
razuy eyes Braz
there is food in tablets
people will not remember the ancestors
Babylon black mark
stem cell research experiments
organisms found rare
in the pharmacy you can buy something from which all dick close your eyelids
were narrowed river, legal reket
though you have billions of money
but the sun does not shine
pussy, and this and that
here is the status of all fuck and rating
you will not find the answer in an Internet trust
here the walls of Babylon in a reply
Currently, in the past
This you will never forgotten
but your card is our bits
how whipped or twisted
roll off all
possess rhymes
motherfuckers what the laws were written
Filling in all the departments of rats
they would throw a ton of poison
motherfuckers to kill all at once
power geniuses look around
is about to run out of water fucked
land fucked us all
will not breathe
flowers do not bloom nirazu
the city of sin, temptation trail
I karёzhit bitch from any scum
worn in the hallways through the veins of the dirt
thoughts and dirty for a long time there is no soul
and many such break fucking holy covenant
and thoughts like black horses
their fucking herd pronessa
and dust podnyavshist
outshines the sun
Shove your ass principles
live curves lens trailers
I do not know who believe in what the question here
Babylon but you eat sooner or later
whether you are for or against
Babylon you head swallow
there is no life, where the gas crisis and the grandmother
and how you live, for life skrysyas
in our time the ancient wildness
all these people hostage stereotypes
the eternal questions will find answers in the Google
then decide the eternal questions Ruble
do not panic, according to the order of his wife Luzhkov
Babylon demolish and build a new
multi an ideal world
but this office will cover, understand
under the sound of sirens and telephone trills
Babylon wall will fall, believe me
I jam it in traffic waiting for the apocalypse
and he will come to us
One morning this frantic pace slowed down
the window in your rush scent of freedom
you wake up and you will understand that finally free
the sun rises and gives light concrete ugly
and only you and eternity, and silence
Babel will collapse if he collapses in your minds