Текст песни Counter-Culture - Не замечать

morning wake up crying c sky, knock on the roof
cardboard dwellings, on a mattress made of tires
I meet him hungry since last night
cold air - this day is unlikely to be easier
than the previous one and each subsequent
beginning: everything by default, Pal neighborhood
motherfuckers on the horizon in gray uniforms
all belongings in his arms with a portable hostel
today is Sunday, so a point near the church
the first point in the schedule of the day, maybe a couple of cents
hypocrites in order to save the soul from troubles
warmed by the hope through avarice and allocate me
and that's enough to stew in the mess hall
will twist their noses mummers Dunces
in turn, the cashier and the expense of presenting me
with an effort of self squeeze: come More ...

fed all this will never be able to feel,
and such notice is not accepted in society:
I dig for scraps on trash,
until you zhrёte dinner in houses of brick

rich inheritance - sadness, cry - it is a privilege
humility, hunger is not that demons with obesity
who considers himself the bearer of progress as a result of
default at odds with each side by side with someone
Caesar what is Caesar, success always need more
supply / demand, and all that is in this plane
how can he understand the one who is truly free
from natural and artificial morality laws
It reigns over me as soon as the time of year
It depends on it under a shed or fence
I spend the night, only to feed Ms. nature
and your pitiful handouts worth spending on wine only
every one of you the same potentially
status and role of any price and gnawed bones
beyond staying not trust in the moral standards
Only agility and physical strength of the animal

to you it will never be able to feel,
and such notice is not accepted in society:
I dig for scraps on trash,
until you zhrёte dinner in houses of brick