Текст песни Митяй - Философ

hidden from the eyes of all our
the meaning of life etc.
not much nothing
thoughts are torn to shreds

what people who are fed up than satisfied
who said over the lazy
I reach, I aspire to will
and working here is not superfluous

someone who is great machine
they tankette us Sneakers
hey let me come
rap only sketches

He loved to paint artist
and images were obtained
but the rain held land
faded paint brush broke

singer sang his song
as usual pop style
He sang songs and done
then bang, and no singer

dancer danced to the song
She danced well ridden
look cool interesting
but then it's gone

and was an actor in the theater
happiness and sadness, he is sad
he sang the entire chorus
actor and gone

where they where they disappeared
It was also doing well
what are you scared
it was found to have

I will reveal to you a secret
all pig just
money for them is the light
and career

they bought them sold
like rag dolls
money power beckon beckon
and no one is weeping

It was another person reperok
rhyme Scribbles on paper
let the breeze in my head
rhyme type galamaga

it also bought
and tried to break the spirit
selling spirit tormented
and he just mocks them

these people like gods
I repeat type
only stand upon the threshold
and then a bunch of cry

money in the life of the
Is money only
I have the same feelings different
count how many

the main thing is friendship
fortitude and love
I would have a beer mug
alcohol in blood

and then we'll talk
Battle will be between us
drunk when he was
I owned a better words

everything stolen all sold
no one else
like playing with the children
for money for what

top sypyat gold
sobiraesh you it
breathing cold abyss
Why all what

but no one there is not looking
lift your head up
He looks down and spoil the soul
a lot of them go alone

PLN will shards
handfuls of many of them
gold you rowed hands
waste because in your hand

will explain the reason why
caused you so much trouble
or daughter, or son
souls for dinner

and perhaps a feeling of revenge
Eating heart inside
was Ishli life together
And now all alone

or...
oh how boring
We pulls mile
and stuffy because the bus