Текст песни Вадим Фомин - хорошие люди

good brick - nothing outside its walls
good soldier meaningless without war
the grain in the mill ... ruddy fragrant bread
good people usually lie in the ground

advertising is not lying, it makes no sense to creep back
neck playfully breathes detachments
to glue destiny, do not need a special glue
good people usually lie in the ground

you won a prize - a trip to the carnival
thorn, fire, barracks, felling
commodity composition melted in a whitish haze
good people usually lie in the ground

and God cut off the mobile, lost in heavy drinking
the sand lazily caressed surf
it seems, is not the time to get up from its knees proudly
good people usually lie in the ground