Текст песни Skyzis - Невидимые Короли

In this world, under these holy heavens
With boundless expanse of dense forest
With buildings tall buildings with flower gardens
The fate of people other people's sinful hands are being carried out

(Skyzis)
1 We are not divided fairly
Every day on TV bad news
Youth sells drugs from hopelessness
And the majors clubs sniffing speed
These examples lead stories of childhood
Of those heroes that of dough Drugova
Flattering, Gauvreau was us that with their fates we can solve everything
His forces who worship in this twilight
In these dark I do not see the truth
It happens when hot on the table the whole life and you have bad cards
Backgammon have not yet died salidnyh clubs
Play Large Live uncle on another's destinies
The game does not hesitate as though moving the pawns
Rukmi heard by sinners to work making

chorus, and someone who does not even know
                      Who is the president above the roof even
               Dictates the conditions that would exist
                 And we do not want to live in peace
                 we also want to play

(Skyzis)
Play bet to bet on all life
We work day and night to keep it in the hands of shit
Operating reserve your health
What would make us age anemia
Cow milk is poured water on packages
This time I have read in the newspapers
It's true it's not cheating to work for yourself you will not become rich
Are you glad that he had received a salary
24 days per month tormenting himself for such a fee
Probably my old age to become crazy and go to the House
It is easier to become only when I die
Hunchback tomb rules I tell you

chorus where is gossudarstva Holy Russia
             The land of his birth
            Spiritual light Etiquette
       Pure forests and good citizens

(Skyzis)
Believe me people do not kill joy
From indifference to the weakness of their evil power
Passion together solving someone else's blood
Seal killing thousands sin leaving soul
And we are silent, we are blind if
Before retirement waiting have nothing except sidiny
and comforting the soul only in the past
And if you did not die then I became vulgar kstarosti
In many hospitals, abandoned by the sick children
And to say that we are living so well do not you dare
Thousands and thousands of people talantlevyh
Ready to help them but there is no money do not you dare ask
At the mercy of fate thrown abandoned children
They had no shelter houses had no family