Текст песни MC Fort feat.Vitaliy Obzhelyanskiy - Мечта

I'm 19, I think that has already lived two Chiriqui
How vital mosaics I have not been folded
How many broken vases me how many empty bottles
But honestly, so terrible in the morning to wake up alive
I'm not afraid of dying, fear breeds neurosis
Love does not consist in the amount of donated roses
First she loves very much, but you walk to the other
Third fucks you, and you love the fourth
And we live, in all bad looking for the pros
You're like a homeless bum in your head trash
You're a decent oligarch all within the space
And you stand with outstretched hand near Amstor
And what to say, I honestly do not hold on to this life,
What can I say, when to die, more than to live?
It is said that if you have a dream, nothing is impossible
But everything in this world is bought, sold

Chorus:

In this world, everything is sold
And I'm really very lucky
Even then it is not worth the money
People threaten force, but afraid of the shadows

In this world, everything is sold
And I'm really very lucky
Even then it is not worth the money
People threaten force, but afraid of the shadows