Текст песни RusterMaster - Амбиции

I remember what it was a year ago
I then could not throw in the paint
He could not walk, to be serious, serene
And a year has passed, all the ambition in me as
And someone wrote that I was not overly polite
But every year, I'm fuck less
And all that you hear, and will
And my conscience I can not wake
And I did not wake up in the noise of the head
But I was delirious, something wear
Somewhere I scratch
And who is worried at all? I do not ask ebite brains
And I here not the worst, not to Align the polochu
And my plane flew away, but if I want to
I sit down and fly.

Something you want to tell me? Tell
I have not time to answer questions bigots
I have tomorrow, I cook knives
And not in your position, complaints to life

I wake up in the morning - ending night
In this hectic lifestyle, very zaebyvayas
All this time, by the way ... every night ..