Текст песни Один Из Тысячи - Пешком и по прямой

In the fifth part of life
I realized that I once
At this festival where everyone - big shot

Thanks to those around
What gave me to understand
The whole world belongs to the rich and the rest do not care

Since then, I saw people
And I do not like to look in the eye
After all, the one who is smarter behind the cornea evil sea

And I myself am a loser
And my card bit
I'm a useless citizen did not take any credit

        My way
        On foot and in a straight line
        And if you like a light bread
        You're not with me the way
        judge strictly
        Then follow the hand
        Stay mark
        And I went to his home

In the third part of life
I still do not see
Meaning only live to be someone above

And let Charisma
I do not really left
I respect everyone with whom the air we breathe together

But it's my shit
And in this world, I no
I not learned to appreciate things, telephones and cars

In the third part of life
I do not care, you hear?
On this holiday people I have still, somehow, survived

Excuse me, if I knew that in my prospects - ordinary human life, I would have been poisoned or hanged.
However, I still live.