Текст песни Смык - Уже

[Coupling:]
Already a lot of songs spito about that and about it,
But still the poets are set out in the bus
That it would be easier to write about everything,
Than walking by the side of the sake of the eye.
"Back Roads No, go ahead," the microphone says,
And only a boiled noise and interference on the background.
Who are they, that thoughts and rows are dragging?
But they will not leaving anything.
Plankton does not know about the goals and conclusions
Unplanned, floating wherever the current carries.
Walking lambs to blew candles, spit on the power,
But the relics are not enough to live loving and be easier.
Concrete viscous, the truth is hiding behind masks,
By smears, we infected the color of the color.
And here I, choking in the vice of biomass,
Decided to write a message on the bits from Ke'pasa.