Текст песни Баста feat. Витек feat.Файк - Свобода

Soul died, barely breathed people in the city of gray
There was no business to songs and there was no faith in the songs
Where were ready for all the decks that faith break
My freedom made me understand that it takes
There is no place in the city I will shine fake stars
Where was the nostrils my brains flew to the air
Where the fuss is pressed, and fussy
Where to think about the essence when everything decides
Freedom on white paper does not lead me to a dream
The system will not give rise to those who live in the dark
Famous not to be for us let the box do not let dick with him
But in order not to give freedom of speech, we will not allow
In pursuit of the bunk dollar every second land
Where the right of the people work slave to make money on bread
From there, where I led me a big spiral
Freedom-loving soul My rushes in the distance