Текст песни ГроШ - Мир Стал Иным

The world has become a different

The world was different for us was forgotten by all sources
Tear gas breaks the eye-line again
Thoughts lose their meaning here as a new nod
Do you want to be one of them as I am, and not corrupt
Notebooks were written in blood buy vices
Withdrawn tender feelings are forgotten all the lessons
Warm Kiss, what a pity, I was trampled underfoot
For us, no one does not solve - we all decide for themselves
All these dead houses and sleeping areas
People here live by the laws of a stable zone
The first is always the hero, the other is always a second
A third will find under the concrete slab

(Chorus 2x :)
Justice is not only in the laws of our delusions
Everything can be changed only holding Knuckles
Battling for themselves and for their families
Country quietly dies no more saints

We need to fight every day defending the word
Do not be a stranger native of the big catch
The movement only forward like icebreaker
Who grew up on the street that clearly knows this school
Reality puts pressure on whiskey, but there are no forces to surrender
A cold wind kills the pain that has kept
Suppose that we are driven by results, but that as a result of
Knocked fists, torn skin, you're in the room
Hope is always there close, but for some reason is silent
The world has become a different kind of change and povsyakdnevnost
Most other voices are now wishing good luck
And as you anyway - everything is so and not otherwise

(Chorus 2x)
Justice is not only in the laws of our delusions
Everything can be changed only holding Knuckles
Battling for themselves and for their families
Country quietly dies no more saints

I still have not learned to walk over
I do not regret it - he just made
I insisted that I did not kiss somebody back
No person shall spit in the back - it was very glad
Years pass, but it remains our memory
Points and commas that routinely hurt
Forgotten love, plus a new beginning
Go stage, which is not so little
The fight for the money, I do not like this game
And if I lose - not re-start
I have enough of what I have now
At every turn always press on the gas

(Chorus 2x)
Justice is not only in the laws of our delusions
Everything can be changed only holding Knuckles
Battling for themselves and for their families
Country quietly dies no more saints