Текст песни Маршалл - Вот богатство

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There is nothing to learn - there is nothing to say. Language? Why is he given?
If you odezhka - nothing to jump for suitcase ...
Well! Again science. And what a fool!
I'm breaking about a concrete, clearly dropped shoulder.
Want to believe that the morality of the pricks on the left,
But talent is all that we Mara groom safely ...
We put together, unanimously despised!
Themselves and those who until days extinguished - dreamed of paradise.
City, a metropolis - the farthest anthill
Of which only heard "Bring me a fool, a broom!".
Removing terribly so, taking the hand of the plunger,
But those who took shouts deck "brothers, you ace!".
As the words and thoughts, rarely clean the sidewalk,
You're smart? Write your numbers neatly? In the mouth a blow!
I do not accept the tactics I practice lucre!
And jumping monkey, I want to convey to you the chief of Paktika -
Be him in exchange for the happiness of retail!
And then you do not need to be a dashing suddenly face poses.
Facial expressions and lyrics will not piles of worn,
A hundred square meters woven ...

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Here it is, richness - to be themselves, and not someone else,
And for gadstvo throat zapoyu not pay alimony!
A hole in the pockets of thorns ever!
It Rogues heart at a time here as a long journey ... Forward.