Текст песни Грехи Дедов - Будущие

How do Jam your drug world
Rotten theater where each mouse important roles
Where are your friend can throw for road salt
Drugs, whores, Dig fate
Look in the mirror, your generation is walking corpses
Pseudo-veterans of the fight for fun pharmacy
"We have to be killed" in your minds you like dikii Aztecs
Live from the parish to parish
Accelerating consciousness you feel freedom
Not realizing that drowning in the shit, losing vital water
Try to tie! what I do not wimp?
After othodosov head mess
You start to feel sorry that lives his life as
Now, who do not consume condemning the enemy to you
You are doomed, but not flounder vyplyvesh out of the pool
You can save only doctors and yellow room