Текст песни Григорий Филь - Люди

Poems: Iranda Mordovina

We are a flock!

And in the flock of weak score.
We crop.

And in the provision of the right no.
We are worms.

We swell, our severity and looking for Salty.
Who is first?

That fate will break into parts.
We are rats.

Take cheekly what we see.
We are foxes.

Get away conscience away.
We are wolves.

And manages our hunger.
Who is how much

Do you drink in a heat and cold?
Jackals.

We eat each other for sale.
Scandals

We will be sweeter every time.
Can not

We, without jealous, communicate.
Us with those

Whoever is ashamed to be ashamed of us.
With honors

We beat the bows for decent.
Let me know:

They are from the most obscene.
We conscience

And the compassion lost.
And Voloy

His unleashed gave ...
In us souls

From heartlessness froze.
We are:

Before someone else's trouble closed ...
We can

Love others ... I believe it ...
We are people!

Please, turn! .. We do not beast ...