Текст песни Антон Артей - Меркантильная жизнь

Close windows, shutters, doors
People are difficult to experience losses
Just go, salt, wounds
We often forget about the most important thing.

Hammer fireplace, Chad poisons
Fire in our room burns out air
We need so little freedom
Which we have deprived of relatives since childhood

Care place, table, ranks
On the path of the Milky, there is no place to stars
We expect ways to abstract
But there is not enough growth there

Blowing Mountain, Wine, Whiskey
Cards and bet in them as a rule
Why we forgot our children's games
And everyone is trying to reach Nirvana Krol

Nirvana Klarm
Nirvana Klarm
And in our souls, there is a lot of pain
But I am pleased

Know triumphantly fell
The field is exploded and immediately pleasing
We just move the flock
Although it is not necessary to go anywhere

Forget, go to the angle opposite
Houses under the well taarea water
And we still arrange the parade of freaks
And we are still lacking space

Beasts, not people, stump not snag
Guy who falls down
Whose girl is nothing more
Fucking, mercantile life

Blowing Mountain, Wine, Whiskey
Cards and bet in them as a rule
Why we forgot our children's games
And everyone is trying to reach Nirvana Krol

Nirvana Klarm
Nirvana Klarm
And in our souls, there is a lot of pain
But I am pleased