Текст песни Банда - О Боже...

Oh god how old is the same
Her
Who they looked like
we
Faces smeared with soot, say mercy
Oh god sorry
I did not believe, but maybe
Her
No truth is more expensive, aah
Than my love for art
What rings under the skin

I do not care
Sad and funny
Look out the window
Slowly go to the bottom
All is decided
I need to push the boundaries
Grow up faster
Learn something new
My ambition
I'm not allowed to develop
Days spent in the police
It's time to stop
To return
Home
But the name is streets
And I can’t sleep
When people hang out
Not friends with the head
Mom tells me
Sometimes i feel like a hammer
The whole world hates you
Although three months here and I’m an idol
Television like hypnosis
Zombies, fabricates superstars
Show business is drowning, SOS
We have everything seriously
But one big question froze in the air

Oh god how old is the same
Her
Who became like
we
Faces smeared with soot, say mercy
Oh god sorry
I did not believe, but maybe
Her
No truth is more expensive, aah
Than my love for art
What rings under the skin

All i want is
It's to be free
Her
And never knew
What will be the way so difficult
Her
I rose and fell
Walked only forward
Knew - if you fight, it will happen
And here is a bright light
You recognized me
Timothy rap on Channel One
Cool we hit, around in sadness
All who did not believe now recognized
We searched for rhymes, people pumped, hooked
Everyone shouted - where have you been before?

Oh god how old is the same
Her
Who became like
we
Faces smeared with soot, say mercy
Oh god sorry
I did not believe, but maybe
Her
No truth is more expensive, aah
Than my love for art
What rings under the skin

I came here to stay for years
Aah
The time has come to hear the sounds of freedom
Yeah
I came here to stay for years
Yeah
Through the wires they hear cities, my songs, my texts
Yeah
Naaanaaanaaa
Her
Naaanaaanaaa
Her
Naaanaaanaaa
Her