Текст песни vpal'to, Meekh - Последнее дыхание

policy shepherds us as cattle
I would know you would sell Russia for poltinik
herd illusory postulates promise of a bright future
a lump on a slope is better to be a poet street

in the eyes of all the gray in the dim light of all
under this mindset only withdraw our necks with loops
and waiting for their next paycheck
I forget the alcohol to meet tomorrow

these Jews as usual machines apartments
and we as the servants in this system are imperative
someone found a way to the 10th floor jumped
and for me it is better to be killed in padike gray smoke

all plans and vanity is probably not for me
I would offer to let ispuglasya by vein
I felt like something boring to look at these faces
of this life, I would have pulled out nearly all of the pages

hello how are you doing while all this Jam
and I do not like that this old guitar
which plays only in difficult moments
when I'm lonely, and the questions have no answers

but as long as the sound of a violin in my columns
I will say that the problems just fuck

I will say that the problems just fuck ...