Текст песни Elay Rico - По преданию веков

from father to son and further by inheritance
so it passed to me and deprived of childhood

I was not eager to pick up someone else's
self-affirmation at all costs
for money ready to strip your meat
then to arrange a whore on them

where is the brotherhood now what kind of idea
half here and half smolder
and the half that is alive so far
rot inside the sunset sunset

according to the tradition of centuries it was decided
that money will be everything that money will be everything
they will capture our mind from father to son
and cope with the obsession will be overwhelming

units will be able to feed themselves now
without pieces of paper without dirty coins
no, now there are no sparkling eyes of joy
as we have long been gone

no one can fight no one is ready
it's a tradition of centuries
no one can throw off their shackles
as it was said in the tradition of centuries

crossed the line you're not one such
you are no longer alive you merged with the crowd
I also stepped on this rake more than once
I thought it would give me happiness and I started to steal

shopping by cafe then by bars
spent money that he took from old grandmas
that he took from shkolota their money for lunch
and this picture lasted a couple of years

then what happened was to be expected
I was not enough and I went shopping
only this time is no longer shopping
I started to steal for days

these nightmares were terrible nightmares to me
waking up once in a silent silence
I realized all the filth that in my veins
and I can’t handle it

no one can fight no one is ready
it's a tradition of centuries
no one can throw off their shackles
as it was said in the tradition of centuries