Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - ЗАКУЛИСЬЕ

I don't give a fuck that there is no beat
That this is not a fucking rap
Everyone in the hall took their places
And wait for the lights to turn off
To the stage in a great suit
Entertainer comes out
Sorry for this delay
Madame, well, also monsieur
Artists stuck in a swamp
The case itself tells you to be late
So I'm in front of you
So that you don't get bored
The artists are at the same time
Tired of standing behind the stage
But to everyone according to the law of the theater
It's the turn to wait
Twisted the planet three times
A crowd of claimants to the throne
Is she a star or a comet
But the lyrics sings to Mouzon
I can do that too
Running to pose a hero
But I do not sing, I read
And break I'm dancing but standing
Your head still doesn't hurt
To digest old phrases?
Well, who does it with their hands?
When diamonds cut the wall!
Ambition is bigger than home
Grow faster than bamboo
One arrow to love
And the most proven bow
The motto is not important to the campaign
Chase or just neigh
You understand everything then
When you start shooting
And the viewer is a wonderful goal
Who walks peacefully
Such a defenseless lamb
That understands nothing
Take aim with closed eyes
Pull the bowstring with your hand
Shoot while this ram
Have not eaten all the grass yet
I can do that too
Shoot passers-by with words
Who thinks i'm kidding
You are all wrong yourself
Let's all quit our job
Why do we need this stuff at all
Lip work program
Will please all your mouths
No need to stand behind the cash register
Or stir pilaf with a spoon
Enough to have a mouth
And a couple of memorized words

Blondes union is unbreakable
And I will enter as a loshara
Major suit paid
And I will learn to sing too

More new stories
From unpopular people
Then everyone will see the picture
Finding myself on it
In the meantime, random sounds
Outlined a general pattern
Faint rumors to the floor
It's time to create a choir

To declare yourself
And not die in sorrow
All songs are my simulator
Running out of breath pedals
Imagine the ending for a second
With pop-up credits
For this moment I gave
Many liters of my blood
I may not even be the first
They won't say that I'm a champion
But I groped and took out
A huge swab from the ear
I proved to everyone that he is
All groped grimacing nodding
Gave endless songs
Taking it out of his ear
It lies in blood before you
And what will you answer now
I can hear even better now
If you want to check
Taking care of your ears
From the heresy of pretentious words
The challenge for any artist
What is ready for this debt
Recognition is given to talents
For their alien mixture
The remains of that nugget
Who was involved here
Only the smell remains at the bottom
And do not touch the inscription with your hands
Yes, you're just kidding me
Think we are fools
But I'm unique in that way
I just forgive you
But someone else is cyanide
Add to your sweet tea