Текст песни Выше этажом - Сыты по горло

Lil Vinil
Well, maybe enough eh? I'm tired
Who needs these laws , I'm not a sheep
Enough to send in a pen , there is no trust
On the shelves of every Chronicle ,
Government is not a friend , a friend of mine Ponicka
Ton , gon , I groan run in the subway
All the children of the sun , and I kid winds
I moved away from the spirit and not properly start
I try to convey to you that it is not a lot of shaking
Law enforcement agencies face bashed
It is in reality all or do I still dreaming?
Our money guzzle murderers and maniacs
But starving children in poverty and the tramp
Analyzed from me than that reeks
As long as the sky is blue is all in the ointment
Survive illnesses and let something through which
Over the Shoulder and not left parasite
We programmed and no fairy tales in the world
And do not dream and you will become a cashier in sartire
And that would be a little courage to do not care
On the way to achieve the goal and its all to sing
Young lazy old grumblers
Generation trouble and terrible plague
Bottle burnt through and with him foil
Hell, I lured coast
I wheeled hop and Nikita Critic
Vinyl know he is not well known whiner
But ordinary talk I am not satisfied
I am glad that at least I'm on the outside yet
I can not imagine life within four walls
Remains the story tries to send all
The system does not break down and useless to fight
It said the guy who started using
If the top is someone forbid from filth
Please I do not want then to smear ointment
But I will not feel sorry for yourself and get up from their knees
So we waited to tell my friends change
Day after day I go through all the same way
Green leaves already at my feet
I do not expect the summer I like winter
What's wrong with me if I was not as I do not understand
It seems right and was lived by the rules
But somewhere sailed beer and corrected
Thinking has not changed but their take years
TGC hoodie facial beard
With such appearance does not cause serious
I am not the future of the nation avoid cirrhosis
I am a lover of bottles and late in the evening
If you are beguiled me with someone nothing
And all down the drain , I figured it out immediately
And in my life I only remember one phrase
As much as this country is not infuriated
Whatever happens, let us arrive force
What will happen , then have time to amass
Know how to survive but do not know how to live

TORr
I would rest and all the rhymes Down
Poetry is not something I 'll be quite different
Where is my homeland ? No place to go
Every day as hell permanent rally
Was disgusted to see even my Moscow
Wish to see the sky and the blue
I feel the air is not so necessary to
But my dreams still run past
I can not stand the dreams in reality
But that voice in me that I often call
Trying to figure out what is in the soul tormented
Tolley 's me fool me whether that is preventing
Deprived of the right of choice and freedom where it
All his laws I do not weather
How do you follow the rules of a self-harm
They know it themselves as someone dared to commit
Whisper it pronounces the name of a scoundrel
The king he or someone or simply policeman
We are in bondage and someone drives us
Who are the ones who poured mud
Show me one whose conscience is clear
Who has not made ​​mistakes and visited places
Either it is a lie either within the comfort
I had to lie to God I beg your pardon
Inexhaustible desire to be rude to someone
In a crowd every hero who can get nasty
Here it is a nation accustomed rats behind
Who will remain when the city will cover the war
And I do not know what to expect tomorrow
Day will be good or not sunset
House for places ruins, underground cave if it
What will happen to our world if lost faith
Not a penny in their pockets never worried
Homeless passers only pity caused
How much will profit at the expense of the lower classes
Tolley beyond callousness either no brakes
And where is the call that can calm me down
Do not need words , they may not be worth anything
Your truth already know where sits
And while I am silent , each in something persuade
Scary and funny we were all fed up
And how to live each chooses
In search of the supreme good serve obediently
Word exist like that and do not believe in miracles