Текст песни Никита Стиценко - Песня больного человека

The movement of the atoms in space,
In deep space journey ..
It reached its climax only boast me.
And with each passing day I cultivate cherstveya.
And I have a cooler car.
And my best calf.
And I have a stack of money.
And yesterday I ate sushi.
And I Gabbana and Dolce
And my fifth iPhone
And I finally have all the steeper
I Christ on his chest - a gold crucifix.

Pr.
TOC song sick person
TOC song sick person
TOC song sick person
Song human twenty-first century.

Molecular weight
The equations and algorithms ..
And we like whores on the track.
And every day we walk on the razor's edge.
Now the whole world in an objective,
Now the whole world is under the supervision ..
Lock in a cozy apartment,
With an excellent overview of the yard.
We decorate our globe,
And fuck you vyedesh the country.
Here's a hocus-pocus,
Sorry dude, but you're not out of the club selected.

Pr.

And like Homo sapiens and like,
And like the first century did not live on the ground,
But the planet has come almost fucked up,
While you doesh it and while you're at it srёsh.
You destroy instinct
All share and thirst for power.
Someone shared an orange,
And who for some reason divides of race.
And here there is no need to cry
After all, you zhnёsh that he sowed.
It is time to understand -
Dude, this is the diagnosis, but fortunately not all of them are sick.
Pr.