Текст песни Рыночные отношения - Страны, города

He will make a bit, the pen will make phrases.
And we let the terrible here, and you penetrate right away.
Our songs about the main thing, our songs for everyone.
We are for you - here, weake and endure their sin.

And again stages, and again albums, text,
There are many lines in my head - you can’t understand what.
And behind the back - summer again, and then - autumn, winter.
Every day you disappear and go into yourself.

The slang incomprehensible here. Everyone is ready here
And this music is a ghetto, and this is the music of pain.
And there are many stars on the star, you have to be the best!
And this
I, with*ka, are again on the couch, in my hand again iPad.
*Bath rap for*ball, but you need to do COMEBACK,
It is necessary to make a compact and fit the boys.
Pour into the flash drive, and it's time to drive into the center.

And there is no longer my T -shirt, I use a stranger;
But if I flew on the recording, I will torture fat again!
Only shorts, only shales - I do not wear *butary jeans;
And I dream of a house, plus a jeep in addition!

Hey, Mish, show the new minuses! You have reached heights;
Plus, your status is a business! Degrees above
The tracks are like a prophetic dream, let them only 26,
Not 2600.

My brother knows who Backs will do.
Who will tell you the way when you wander on Beha.
Who will tell you in the text or advice on your lives
And we divide into two what can be made with him.

Hey Mishan! Let's go frown? You are bits, and we are text.
Together we twist this ball, and whoever rummages is the n*builder.
We are led by one star, common sense and logic.
They took two dark ones again and sat down on
From the window, in the morning a familiar landscape.
Today you will know something or create something.
Brushes in your hands. Every day, like gouache.
Around the concrete ocean, around the asphalt beach.

And it doesn’t matter what the weather is at any time of the year
This old city is full of problems.
Someone owes someone, and someone is much more,
In general, I will not say anything new.

Someone cannot find himself, but he is 20 years old;
But listen, there is no point in killing.
Play three kings and rush, because
Life, they say, begins at 30.

From the window, that familiar landscape.
And far from the end, our world is still packed.
So, catch the wave; So, enter the courage.
Around the concrete ocean, around the asphalt beach.

These are just words, they hide images.
These are just sounds and incomprehensible exclamations.
Something is hiding behind them, this is nothing.
Something endless - eternal scope!

Hey, brother, wait, do not rush to live.
Your train has gone, well, well - not sour!
Put off the lines on the leaf, just relax.
Life is not at all g*VNO, life is sweetness!

Tears are not weakness, laughter is not a joy.
Meanwhile, and others - absolute equality!
Not a sunrise, not sunset - there is just such;
You just love, without any marriage.

I am listening to what they are talking about in the sky.
I will write down everything in a row and compose my purchases.
I don't have a muse - this is a whisper of the universe,
Live calmly, and do not create problems.

Here are continents, countries, cities;
And if I did not do it, then it's time!
The piano beats the waves to the shore, plus the drum;
Here - you have to live like a free wind and not steal.