Текст песни Челленджер - Пистолет

Looking at this world in which you live,
In which the devil himself come to mind,
You laugh and you walk, sleep and drink vodka,
Let the others do not seem lucky.
Let others pray and tears poured,
For every moment in life hold.
You on all the ways of fortune is always waiting
After all, you have a strong argument.

Argument - a gun!

Let all the bedlam, let all the mess,
And a lot of money is worth every breath;
All people are divided, "the chief of a fool"
Live envies the one who died.
Prices have increased, wages lowered,
It takes a bureaucrat on a paw and cops;
You will not be touched and not otpizdili,
After all, you have a strong argument.

Argument - a gun!

All will give you that you do not ask,
Frightened animal looking in his eyes;
Sami is fulfilled your dreams;
All would vote "for" you.
They shudder when do you get
From leather jackets as document ...
While one of them will not show you
Its even more compelling argument.

Argument - GUN!