Текст песни 69stone - Реинкарнация духовности

Squinting at the past through the prism of time
I understand, you can adequately think without a TV set.
Someone cuts cabbage and puts them in gelik,
And I have money for whitefish and the maximum is great.
Jumped on a bus, hopping at a bus stop, on gravel.
The legs are not in season, well, at least with the sole of the sneakers.
Without attracting the attention of beauties,
Poverty paints the walls of panel skyscrapers.
Drains are torn to drains, like meat to respect.
The retina is at the ready, expansion, contraction.
And you won’t get a degree without fermentation.
Matches with fuel are, remained the act of self-immolation.