Текст песни максимturist - свобода выбора

Easily change yourself for money
Whether as a politician corrupt
Come on, copy them every day
After all, it is only important to

Their repack you in a coffin
no good words to say
We probably came out of your soul life
If the glow in the eyes of bills

I was a little worried about your life
That honestly, fuck me
What are you there kolduesh
And how do you want to die there.

I wish only that there are many
And you're dangerously close
The salary of a sort of cult of the god
I urgently need to speak

And you have in fact had the freedom to choose
You chose to be sold
Exchanged the last drop of goodness
Well if this is in brief

Inside you will break your mold
Pity no one will
After all, your most mercantile style,
Tell
And after thee, the deluge?
Or the storm?
You forgot something important that

Here at least the metaphors and allegories
But, I am telling the truth in the forehead
Choose your own grief
Among the heap lucid words