Текст песни Шипа - Если б мог бы

I wanted a beautiful life
to have a superb (stunning) car
have friends who will brighten up loneliness with you
under the arguments of a fun feast
lave stuffed to the press in your pocket
portmante torn apart
to get a bunch of whores in my bed
with the words how fucking you are
so that I can finally forget about her
to understand that I have nowhere else to strive
to be free as a bird
both morally and economically
to burn life without any sense
but pretend that you are purposeful
Day After Day Different Slut Fuck
but not knowing what it means to be in love

so imposing to fuck a glass of tequila
put on the fucking Armani jacket
and without any sense to move on

Is this happiness tell me
happiness is about being happy
it's pointless to live and move into emptiness
it's like eternity under torture but not being killed
I was wrong in many ways and if I could, I would undoubtedly change everything

We have been replaced by the concept of happiness
Under the guise of money, deception and sex
We were taught that these are the criteria for happiness
And we were all like a fucking mass
... In search of a new high
To drown in an ocean of lies and debauchery
To not have a fucking soul
But then have a couple of lyams on the map
And everything seems to be fucking you have everything
Personal Gelik in the garage, retail chain
With a new bitch you get up at sunrise
But inside you feel alone
I was wrong in many ways and if I could
It would surely change everything
I realized one main thing is family
The one who understands and the one who does not appear before you