Текст песни КонтрКультура - инкарнация

I still have nowhere to do
With unnecessary knowledge of the waiter in two ka nineteenth
noticing a blizzard from the experience of the balance of familiar sensations of knowledge
Where childhood goes, in which cities are they waiting for him?
But in my village, all friends have long been fucked -
Plant family and biomusor fruit.
I'm here ... Despite the fact that he moved to the capital
In the corridor, the tricky roar about how hard life
without microwave, computer and refrigerator
Recent bonds are torn, image demonization
Only those who have time to be tone to the mask of an exemplary fluid
Talk about concepts, I can calculate you a sample
On the Internet, you can easily ask me
to some movie SheriDan in the track sending
about the difference between an individual and personality
I will google, fuck, anything is just for the opportunity to hook you something
I'll tell you about the vices of your and the system of imposed rules
You will learn all the subtleties of the drama of the fall in the abyss of repentance and excuses
one thousand and one hypocrisy so that at least somehow live incarnation
You can spit on the table, I traveled him at the end of the shift for ten rolls