Текст песни Max Cox, prostozvuk, MECHI PERO - 7 букв

Have a nice trip, fair wind,
Peaceful sky, wherever you are.

I'm not blind,
It's just that it's pressing down really hard.
Only glimpses of Light
Will rewrite history,
The "top secret" stamp.
Build for workers
Work in shifts.
Create and love, knowing,
That we are all here temporarily.

Maybe you'll find something close in the tracks,
in the search for the right moves to break through.
No, we are not those who rage in a hard frenzy.
I consciously bypass leftist movements without principles,
Trying to understand whose hands have shaken the foundation in our minds over all these years.

Who are you in the gloomy crowd,
Lost in numbers?
Unnoticed, I got hooked on fast food
Copy-paste rappers,
In vain comparing the creations that were born in those days,
When the presence of streams and self-promotion was somehow not important at all.

I felt comfortable again from this sound.
And no matter how much it confuses me, I remember the return route.
To invent, to capture,
To thirst for each new morning.
I will collect my thoughts again,
I will write them down and leave them here.

I left behind the bitterness, the grievances,
While the old Khrushchevs and Devyatins passed by,
Where not everyone managed to find themselves on their way.
Someone leaves forever, while others sit.

And we are trying to find answers to the questions of adults,
We are no longer so easily deceived,
We can see right through them now.
But here they are again leading us by the nose,
They just ask us to be patient.
I'm going home,
Taking my burden with me.

To remain in the darkness, to give up halfway up,
Or to slowly burn out smoldering in an attempt to be reborn.
It's no secret what I choose:
Happiness is seven letters,
The door is open in front of me,
But I'm running away from it...

You show me where to go,
How.. Here.. Is it possible to achieve something without swimming beyond the buoys?
The elevator, closed for quarantine
For such, but I'll go to their floor, without paying anyone...

Happiness, seven letters -
I rarely hear this rich sound from loved ones.
Maybe everything is normal?
They'll offer me vinegar under the guise of water.
It was the same last time, but I don't remember what happened after.
Today I got up with the Sun,
Washed away the toxins with water.
Incense smells like roses,
I don't know what will happen to you and me,
But here everything is under control.
If Hip-hop has divided us, then you have misunderstood something.
Family needs security,
Brother, you are a kamikaze.
When crows peck your money, You like to laugh out loud.
Do you remember where the river flows and where its sources are?
I remember too.
I often see your gaze in the reflection, you are still normal and sometimes I see with my mind's eye something so familiar from childhood, something high that I first met in an area that has become almost abandoned.
Time will put everyone in their place.
The healing word will light a fire in the heart.
The eyelids are heavy, but everything is honest under them.
He bowed his head as he walked, barely noticeable. He's from the Pepsi generation, knows all the parallels,
maybe we pray together for the neighborhood to straighten its shoulders.
Bro remembers this,
So everything's fine.
Rise with the sun,
Heavy eyelids in the reflection
will remind you of something.
Happiness, seven letters, man!
Happiness, seven letters...
Happiness, seven letters...

You show me where to go,
How.. Here.. Is it possible to achieve something without swimming beyond the buoys?
Elevator, closed for quarantine
For such, but I'll go to their floor, without paying anyone...