Текст песни Костя Кросс - Быть или быт

One day the father son brazenly, shamelessly lied,
What we must aim up until it reached the ceiling
With lava boils before it cools down a volcano,
But the son knew that the ends do not negate the debt.
For the children's father's costume look cramped,
And do not match the folder actions - said.
The more the life of the boy wanted to know
But more often the truth wasting away in a Dream & quot; & quot ;. astronaut
Over the years, he will understand that the sky rays do not reach,
And the dreamer dies, barely received a certificate,
From concerns cells key to freedom almost finding -
Will sink into the abyss of a bathyscaphe nuances dreams.
Death is close, if life is a bit off on an empty stomach,
Hlebnuvshie freedom - family sleep center,
From life I wanted to get a freebie passes,
Cherish themselves, learning the basics of the executioner.
While majestically to the formulaic dream seeds -
He was blind convinced that is indispensable.
However, only the train of his thoughts reached the trap,
Gone scaffold ambitions stingy family man.
Yes ... After his marriage to the follies urge was silent ...
Errors recent all mustache winding,
The clock upbringing _ father like that son lied,
What it is necessary to mark up, until it reached the ceiling.