Текст песни Владимир Баз - Брак производства

"Marriage of production"
The point is not that you are low
The point is not that your chief is the monster
Without seeing light from the Western
You do not all write off only on the devil's plan of Satan
Listen to type - no one is guilty of what you sit without work
Angela Merkel? Stevie Jobs? not even harry potter
Let everything and balance on zero
You will not find the key from these problems in other people's eyes.
Everything is simple enough! Wherever in a hurry all the time it turns out late
And in whom the reason you will not find and indirectly, nor Timima neither steam and not Kevin Kerner
These are not the misties of the Massonian sect and not Butyrka that sings you from the cassette
The right answer will be privileged
You just lazy bastard

Just lazy bastard
Just lazy bastard
For such a special dish
Lazy bastard!
Just lazy bastard
Just lazy bastard
For such a special dish
Lazy bastard!

Fall on the mountain of the temptation
You do not catch up with that this life gives us
Where would not shoot all the bullets fly by
You can blame me but enough to be moron
Someone lives in the Czech Republic someone on the bottom
Not to blame for this Chekhov and Nietzsche
Not to blame Lomonosov with Chubais
That you changed the dream to a couple of comfortable devices
This is not a marriage of system code.
Among yourself, you created a freak
The right answer will be privileged
You just lazy bastard
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Cloaking in a roadside temple, how old has been worn by the winds
Systematically panic toravit, injection on hand leaving for memory
Instead of throwing dust into the eyes of them, let them play louder
Pentatonic in Monaofonika from Panasonic on the Pentagram
I see how to chase talents in the burr
Moldni shit to me the chef, under the contemplation of comical carcass
Let I be hot to the Belena, but did not come even times
To sleep with souls in Peel people
Watch Epona Mother like I fucking on the bits and you did not see this well, let's argue
Throwing down a couple of kilograms between the blows of Kika Labay so that I have two here
I as a sacred then, my own coast of shore
And you throw my songs in Adeob and will not hurry for me isotope
Thirty-two warrior layout, stone and ashes and black steel picked up
All thirty one came out according to the schedule right up to minute
"Number is eleven defective" - ​​something I looked inside
Podogo in your texts and pouch, my mind is confused and crying
What forgot while you are here a boy? After all, this is a combed fact that Vova pussy
Where are you Delhi Canyon? What kind of asshole with his nickname is Cold?
I was looking for the foundations of high marks from a Fuchi there is no there anybody and not here
Baba without style and taste - but we are tolerant people!
There are cool songs - but we will certainly not vote for them!
It's all rolling into the fucking circus, under the whip slogans of forum -roid winders
Merge me right now prove that I'm spending after all the referee judges as a referee wants!