Текст песни aegabootleg - карман шире

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The illusion of freedom - is the opium of the poor.
The lack of air, the whole world is colorless.
Problems controversy, poverty and hell on the telly,
and in between meal and where do without little white.
The descendants of Stalin's repressions, the gene pool to zero.
After putting on two-colored ribbon, remember the war.
Yes ... In the blue bay all smarter and stronger.
A sober hand not daring to drink all the charms.
Burned bridges. We are no longer the Union, and the remnants of the country.
Indestructible Porush, together with its leaders.
And the fact that we are living in the ruins, we only experience.
Light does not appreciate, will record a strong plus.
And let not easy, even when the glass misted with shame.
And though we do not fit in a number of civilized nations.
But faith in the hearts of hard, just have to wait.
And then try to guess when overtake grace.
The commandant did not hand over the medal in the country's oil and ice
for your efforts to survive in this mire.
How many books written about the life,
and in many you will find yourself.
Curled from side view.
We'll find a way to the light.
This path is searched for the precious tips.
But it is not found, and we have wider pocket.
And to put in this world.
Whether it's someone else's gossip or vodka "Nemiroff".
All in your pocket. With the plant's output.
Country biceps, and two-handed people.
Even Saltykov-Shchedrin said:
One hundred years later wake up, I'll tell you what's going on in the country.
"They drink and steal." Well yes. And intellectuals in Kolyma.
The atmosphere was tense. It is cooled with the telly.
The era of the Internet and right-hand drive.
Each tenacious confidence in his portrait.
We are told: "Nothing happens," but in fact is coming collapse.
On two clean hands - eight dirty paws.
At eight legs - sixteen and thirty-two vegetable fat muzzle.
This progression. Where I am proud to be ....