Текст песни Свободин - Посыл

know bro, all places so podzaebalo
I wrote the text of the sheets so that the soul is not burning out
and those Mutko month already tied the
saved nerves - he ignores all the rotten market

Once again the anger you blindfolded
was blind, dumb (and) could not take a step back
complaints and your backpack is full for a long time
inaction garbage, Moscow does not believe in tears

and I Lugansk ebashu crush on gases
do not exceed the speed limit a bit, well, so you know
headphones hip-hap recitative flows nonstap
when the soul minus the fuse, if verse from the bush
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Tell yourself why so many problems
Why can not say as it is once more shortly
Why so many lies, to hide from something
And the fear that understand not, the weather turned bad

Take care of what you want, do what you like
In the distance, the desire is not to be flashing trouble
How many people have many opinions, for some bad
for others to do you stop your be lohom
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audible creaking trees, the city sleeps
but there is no mafia and the police did not know where
but full of whores, and that's a self-taught healer
receive medical treatment because of medicinal herbs is screwed joint
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Listen, but the inner voice silent
Loudest Silence screams nothing
Your mouth is closed under the weight of fear of others' opinions
Hiding more of the problems as revenue

Someone's inner world of the gray walls with swamp
and someone's life with the morning expects tube Glod
freaks ruin companies of the soul at all latitudes
each umotann, here it is - without a care zhituha

It is no longer whether it is something that you so wanted
in pursuit of two at the start of the collapse suffered
listening to idle talk of bodies, he himself does not let
to achieve something in a dream and sent frendzonu

all will achieve only expelling the laziness
empty promises to yourself every day
the fruit will not do, there is no chance on Monday
anything start to change, because this time last