Текст песни мори - последний человек

The number of outgoing huckster more often than mothers room
instead of cultural words - explains mats
you sit in the bus for the elderly look tired
say that Beethoven - olive, and all of the caste sidekick
life has ended, but we have started zhituha
instead of his brother's blood, as before, always at hand bratuha
Romance - a snot, sotsialschina - a nagging,
because you've seen this world is certainly more than I do.
better to go to the padik, suck beer litruhu
electronic communications has long been replaced by the letter
thoughts in 140 characters, picture of the world in instagrame?
God, in you, no one believes, but the world seems on the brink.
all locked themselves in their cocoons
brick castles freedom.
people are born butterflies,
and how they will live - freaks.
My friend wants a chainsaw to kill everybody in the streets
and me to tears is not enough banal welfare
the latter person is not one who believes that the most intelligent
whose brutality and allows to administer over the enemies mercilessly
lynching, intolerance - it's in our blood.
hey you, from above, if you hear, please, please help.