Текст песни Romanтик - Возможности не будет больше

Let's forget the fact that we do not remember
And this is not even known to many
Now we have one more chance
To go further and not where it is not the abyss
On the calendar marked with dates
The concert hall has to get to you
Do not think that you do not belong there
Show all the facts, I'll tell you honestly
You can even someone vebat
So as not to interfere with you on stage to read
I'll tell you one thing, but
Around you float Gamna
But you should be fuck all
And now you're in this life do not need
Your brain is already loaded
Try your luck you have to go further
You have one chance to let him catch

You'd better, feel the rhythm and plunge into this fight
The one that will be your only
Just one moment, you do not lose it
But the opportunities are not there will be more in life, you better
  
On the table lies a book inscribed with texts
On visits to the girl come with flowers
Do not you suspect that it fills
You will leave one quite
But you do not care it was
And you sold its zero drives
And you think it's not a bad guy
Entertain the girls take their numbers
Often called up they give concerts
They love you and can be sex
But you have to do something more
And in the future did not seem all meat
You see in front of a full house
Pimp all that used it was not a complete failure
Take the microphone and read you a bit more
Remember this is your real hit

Experiencing no luck at every turn
You heifers all love so you do not goof
At the studio hang out all day
The text reads all night
And you fuck was now on the other
You can send them in an instant
And then you have a complete failure on the stage
You already post this week
You have forgotten who you are not does not ring
Your girlfriend leaves you annoyed by
Now I try to put things back
Lately it has become like hell for you
But you rise to the higher leg
All the Most High, I hope you'll hear my text
You send me good luck at least for a couple of days
So that I quickly made his way up
And I proebom what you think about me
Think sitting in Parasha, and without looking at me
You see, my text is not written in vain
You want my CDs were burned to the ground
Poskudy bummer I will not let this make ever
In my hands is explosive
Time for me to make the attack, that all men are swayed to the beat