Текст песни Дымовая Завеса ft. Da B.O.M.B. - Горький Привкус

Really all began , who was nothing
Demonic prophecy came true .
Buenos Noches those who are alone
Lint on flipcharts with dazzling moon
Listening to the rustling wafting outside.
And how many of them Gaddafi , Pinochet , Stalin,
Cains dreaming of untouchability ?
Living thought about one thing: the edge of society
Reach to the top, becoming the earth deity .
There is a purpose , all means are good for achieving
Go on the corpses , the city subject to avoidance ,
To be known as the executioner without hesitation and without regret.
Bloody geniuses in the history of not waiting for oblivion !
Where does this diabolical zeal ?
In question is the answer. Surely there is no salvation from them ?
Wrong impression that there is power and corruption of the soul
Although There is such an opinion .
But all in the end depends on the outlook
Mere mortal that keeps furrows board
And equally from those who had confidence in him ,
Although anything is possible , without exception.

Who was and who became ? Sure I grew up .
Live wondering worthy but simple.
No more desire to break super-goal
And making unnecessary movements .
While it may well be - a little try
And I will ride in butter cheese .
But , my friends, is why over izgalyatsya ,
Ape with those unpleasant communicate?
Enough people in the world noobs ,
Change luxury old castoffs .
Himself claiming other humiliating ,
As if do not know what to expect.
Those with whom I meet, make friends , respect ,
Not fame and attendants life measured .
Me personally do not dig the grave,
Although we were not enough the whole world.
So many possibilities here catch ,
And each to something , how can aspire.
But you can lose everything instantly,
Perhaps after all , if not sad !

Four, three , two, one . Come on.
Every second sharpens envy complete.
For the sake of money, many are willing to sell holy .
Every life is exhausted by his high,
Thinking - that's the truth , and not clouded mind .
Pierced hands , the same pale .
Really in a vein in the leg , just so vpiraet .
Parents damned good , but human do?
Spend money on treatment? Yes useless!
This abyss porn on television ,
On music channels, in the tops lesbian couple .
Russian show business - tusovka motherfuckers ,
Mushrooming mass infection in millions of dollars.
Public houses - for modeling agencies
Two thousand naive girls bid farewell to childhood
The backseat armored Mercier .
In the smoke of cigars to decide the issues
Division into classes , money in the city center ,
Poverty in the suburbs. In residential areas ,
The apartments , with windows in concrete boxes
Born by those who will never believe in God,
Who will open the way his fists ,
Wiping away tears , stepping through the pain ,
Knowing that there is no way out of this quagmire ,
In which drown only the remnants of a great nation .

Che , boys , for the life , huh? Bazaar will be long .
Che for our lives , yes, Bazaar raised ?
Better Th pohavat took b , b sat , shuddered
Toast raised , maybe Che would remember .
Life is different on any turns :
One crude oil across the riding ,
Another is killed at night breaks.
Where is bad there and take easier.
Need to feed themselves , his wife , mother in law .
Everyone thinks for himself on anyone
Phones, clothes , wheelbarrow pontovogo ,
Skein backyard smiling contentedly
Hata huge . And should live in peace.
Only here MAZ, all firms savvy
Place where there is free - their children slips .
Where's the guys just get up ?
Like it or not , on any matter empty .
Study for the money , universities, different bribes ,
Not put his paw - all without mazy bazaars .
Anyway, today the money , they conclude
In life everything is possible , you know .
Brother , Che say? Wish you good luck !
Try to live wisely until fooled .