Текст песни Mezza Morta - в мелочах

I know how it is to be poor, not well-known
I know how to be closed, while living in a closed world
I am known as the dream of looking at cars
On the expensive cars passing by

I know how to live on the poverty line
Alone with the player to write poetry
My future square of Malevich
But you tell me there is nothing to bitch

Nobody believed in me - it's funny
getting the money you know - it is not important
I smell Bulgari, but I saw the coffins
He flew to Europe from Pulkovo, but I appreciate the cats

Luxury homes are now building on the outskirts of
We want to eat better, bitch, that's right
It's hard to live knowing: that you are born to die
When medications, drugs, lust

I'm just trying to get better
Think positive, plus live safely
I still remember who I am and where,
Where I spent my childhood and who my people

Rain can not go forever
Fate itself will put into place things
I will not tell you the secret of success
Be honest with people and it echoes

I'm telling you what I know
Come with me, look at the world through my eyes
What would later fly, it is necessary to creep Now
Endure the pain and seek happiness in the little things

It's just my thoughts out loud
Think of them as part of my merits
And if you ask me something else
Know that I am the star of Slumdog