Текст песни DuFLou ft Мишка ATL - Счастье В Коробках От Спичек...

Sdes nothing but ashes
Blizzards and fierce snow
People put down cold wind
Every day I prepared for battle

I often watched the hatred
And people forget that-such devotion
The cold winters of colitis me wrong
Like those sidelong glances without a spark in the eyes
Each time passing by roads and houses
I think that, if people are bad, I felts severe
I see before my eyes the exact same scene
As a people, and the system devour each other all intact
Apparently this is the mentality of our paranoia
Not to cherish the people are not home countries
We do not want children to work or to go order
Let it be something bad so-leash would not Stob
Each cares only for his own skin
And for something used in the pockets was more recycled paper
Some go to the Prosecutor's Office in the other temples
You begin on the street becomes permanent
Already in the order of things lie at every turn
Trying to cheat destiny of a knife in the back to the enemy
No taboo concepts bespretsipnost!
Toli-Toli, we let the power on all other naklast
We are looking for happiness in the bottom of faceted glasses
And more and more drug addicts in the entrance and basements
We need to take care of each other is upon us smoke ..
Let not all-but at least those who is called mother

Sdes nothing but ashes
Blizzards and fierce snow
People put down cold wind
Every day I prepared for battle
And always good where we do not have
If happiness comes the side of
Take care of those who do not when you do not betray
And it will be next to you

Everyone for themselves rowing digging another hole
Outstretched hand for bits and tyrants
I want to say that has not yet evening
But eternity does eventually mutilation
How much you pay something to help you
How much it does say something to the world silent
Where it is necessary to run that would not be lonely
Among the people that hang lock on you
Happiness Sold in boxes of matches
I ate see it all but all the same I see
My heart stops but I agile
I would like to close the bolt and I give the gate
Santa Claus and a young snow Caucasus
To steal from the weak and reward smoke cigars
Music saved my doctor headphones
Lodonyu Close my eyes, I will not open soon