Текст песни Мокко fm - Подорожники

Someone draws new gills to the fish on the shore,
Others shoot children without remorse,
Hello my friend, your world teaches you to be brave
Find life in verse, find it in a story.

Animals die in slaughterhouses in cities
Somewhere people die from a lack of food,
I don’t understand the blood in insignificant wars,
And I do not want to know how people become poor.

Battle veterans are ignored
Everyone is interested in the reality show channel,
I did not seek and never find understanding
With those who think autism is ridiculous.

If the old man, then keep the "survival period",
And they want to LIVE until the last second,
We give each other in the teeth for tearing,
My world is made of stone; it teaches you to be rude.

I will swear you, artificial air!
We were created to be artists.
You know, my friend, I think it's too late
Cover the wounds of the planet with plantains.