Текст песни From The Bottom - Бездушные Призраки Валют

Cotton feet on the pavement financial
You become a slave of a glass building
At a level above the rats climb
Green notes cling

Mercantile freaks in plastic-visa fall
He pays for many, but not all will pay for

Soulless ghosts Rates and schedules
Their idol burned stamp neudachkov

Before the eyes of the lighthouse, he shines on one
On the stock exchange, interest, drop brands, so wonderful
Throw his family mercilessly to the bottom

They are fools, office plankton wants only one thing
In blood lose forever, but get
For which they sold their souls for a long time

And led him to shine coins
Word from God I do not expect
They are like animals without joy
Grate their burrows bite

And Brad amounts and days
In what currency is growing
And waiting for the time,
When the hour arrived to come

My God will show me the way
Way of life and dreams
In which there is no place of debauchery
Depravity of the slaves

And it does not have the same fear of
After all, Whose ashes we divide in half
The world is large
And there are no fools, do not betray your dreams