Текст песни Манагер - Иллюзии

I wanted to be like Spartacus - might transgress the law
I would be sillier than Christ - I try to think in print
I wanted to be a brother to all people - but the fraternity bears fascism
I wanted to write the book of Genesis would be uh book

The illusions of illusions
Descendants of crawling on the ground

Talk to me, talk - frustrated type
And in a measure of aggressiveness meryat contempt
Muttering to himself - such is the land
Still not stolen anything, let alone climb judge destiny

Wow, light and beautiful, but we climb on the eggs in the shit
Well the love people, but I want to kill
Really push couch when torn our family
Reveling in the evenings, lobyzaya ruble peace

Is it perfect light
Is it good to love people
Survive debauchery
Life is life