Текст песни IMHO - Вышел в свет

Chorus 1:
No sacrifice is not sacrifice for all
Live for yourself and stick to your limit
Your work is not a success
Live for yourself to do something that would
Society Hold throw to hell
First think then do
* And has been seen final
Chorus 2
What kind of life do you squander finals
I'd at least get to the start
singles bastards
We shall throw off your zabort
And one after another echoed this herd
The siege came-what a shame
Send you to hell to flight landing
* Not the way you guys got up
Verse 1

And you're like a rat in a cage
You run eat grow old
And will get you nowhere
And only the fins stick together
You sit in your comfort zone
If you can not pull your finger
Afraid to shake their faith
After all, you're just a coward

Razov ties
Tear off the couch
patch up wounds
And falling into nirvana
Explore the world
look around
Throw fat
Be a better friend of mine

Strain gyrus is difficult
But without them, stay foolish
Will live in the crowd one die
You do not need anyone because you're a fuck

And if the development is difficult for you
That stay on the body
Sit on the couch at home
Silly sticks in telly
Do not think about what happened
Not go into details for anything
Never think your head
And although the wait

And what is there to outcome
bit zamylen horizon
Put an end shot in the head
Full life craft
You knocked paddle
And the river has suffered
And you go and could not

Chorus 1
Chorus 2
Verse 2

I did not realize all of your promise
Do you like wearing, have a job, hungry
Even the high and not too tight crown
Today my chered- will be a lot of blood

How to remember
I go out into the world
And I see the crowd
He breaks away from the pack
There is not a lot
I tried to fix
only useless
I would be against them
until zdohnu

To hell with the defense
Come and turn to your Baron
I'm gaining momentum
Among homogeneous mass
Let stay white crow

Hundreds, thousands, billions of people
Continuing to suffer from a lack of ideas
Do all of the template they
After thinking
too difficult for them
The routine for the throat povyazli crowd
And so you are pulling for a
But you do not go after them, wait
It is better to think with your head

I went out into the light, but not a saint
I became someone else, but not a stranger
For you, I was like a native
And quickly jumped into the fire
I landed on water
I stand with one foot in the ground
It's my leg rod

Chorus 1
Chorus 2