Текст песни MC Gop - Люди

CHORUS:
People are the same, but still such different,
Just someone thinks purely, and someone is dirty,
People are so different, but such the same,
For someone's life Circus, and for someone theater.
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(one)
Around the flow of people passes by,
Someone is unhappy, someone is happy
Someone smiles, remembering about the past,
Someone sad goes after the crowd.

Fly auto, not looking at the traffic light,
On the speedometer hundred, the motor works on all,
Sometimes you have to stand in traffic jams,
If someone is important in our city will come out.

But this is life, so and dm, probably,
All be, go events, keep up with the times,
And where to you, and also to swim with
Establish you yourself, I will not learn.

You reason and orientation on the ground,
On the map I think you can find the surroundings,
Of the area where you are always glad
Whether you have lava or you are without grandmothers at all.
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(2)
Spin in the wheel, as on the globe,
Cold, sharp, we rub on the bus
And we do not want to change the gradation of the corner,
For heard that grief is from the mind.

Someone live for a long time, someone to have a wolf,
But everyone just needs to try to live with a sense,
After all, someone smiles, someone is sad
Well, for someone the doctor comes tomorrow.

Or priest, I apologize
For all these my types of conclusion,
I have an opinion well, all the decisions,
I try to take not looking at the target Yo.

I was in the subway, everything goes there,
Forward by planning the further route,
And I came out and sees the Most High,
I am not specifically, but just happened.
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(3)
People go there, then back and forth
Who has a look to the ground, someone has for hours
Someone in a hurry, someone is not in a hurry,
Someone run away, chasing someone.

Someone plays well, someone is not very,
Someone just stupidly sticks out from morning to night,
Someone needs help, but no one hears
And with every minute, the voice becomes quieter.

Someone bright, someone gray, gloomy and quiet,
Someone thinks soberly, someone in the trash killed,
And our entire world, monotonous, though not so,
Our world is different, but all that is around is nothing.

And people all go where and why?
Someone runs from a series of troubles and problems,
Saying goodbye to fear and laziness, slamming the door,
That it became clear how in fact.