Текст песни минус - Район

I look at the ceiling and I see no end
family is more important to me than myself
outside the window hail, I'm alone on the street
you need to go out in the rain, otherwise thoughts are empty
under these lights, home road
familiar houses, but I don’t remember the inhabitants
my stop the fence of all thoughts
painted graffiti and inscription fucked
in three minutes only three cars will pass
this is my area here quiet life
people live here but live at home
and if the batch is not cocks, then every warrior
if I travel far, I miss you very much
after all, I don’t know a native place yet
often hate the area for being empty
concrete desert and pipe water

here every year you find more and more corpses
more and more you notice that friends are just rubbish
in line with only those whom I consider to be my brother
but with tears in my eyes I hold a shovel

every year the area pales
hastily plucked whores and drunks
life of course is a good thing
but I want to rest when I see such people on the street
give me a gun I'll leave a residue
and a suicide note where the path is right
was wounded by an attitude in the heart
but I cut it, Jones keeps it forever
bears me in check, even though I don’t know the purpose
but I know that at the end I will find out the truth
everything will be under great pressure at once
my area I am devoted to you with all my soul
how much sand was, how much alka was drunk
how many teeth were knocked out, how many supplies were smoked
this is my area there is no end in sight
my soul was broken when I got here
I disappeared when I had a choice
either lift from scratch or drive into corrals
and it’s not difficult to guess what I chose
if I hold Mike in my hand, then in short I'm a killer
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around din: many will say thanks to the labors
the guys on the porches in the trash don't say salute to the trash
here people live in deceit
from the beginning of the crisis of wealth, they wait forever lie
divorced for loot and if not killed then salute
ideas grow see how empty it is here
a strange way do not write off to go
the older generation count some drunks
shut your mouth and stop the nonsense of revenge
this damn area is densely populated we are together
But devastated in the evening
The two of us aren’t having fun here.
if you fuck what I mean, my area is forever