Текст песни iZReaL - Перспектива

I do not go to the fortuneteller
Fate gifts are not waiting
Calls to praise the quarter is unlikely
Nor debt and minus bank
For my brains, only a pen with a notebook
Profession .. Hardware to have a profession
University session and here music with songs
from the kindergarten and before retirement
God sorry I remember where my 25
So uncle is not, Bardak Uncle
I need to understand the day
With whom and where to run
Greedy look looks in the back
Damn with them, brother,
With us Fart and faith in yourself

All die but not all live
Who survives and who we live
Who for the car and who for housing
and without a bazaar each one, I
I hear the bazaar and where is the conversation?
Running from yourself but where
I do not understand
Instead of brains at the wool marriage
Instead of the father from the machine to fall
So it is necessary, fuck surrendered
Is this beauty?

The ringing of coins is distributed in this void
My argument is life on the bit
Thoughts, on ships claims,
without Madame whiskey, the prospect in this bustle where