Текст песни группа Приправа - Пепел

Where there is no food there are no cockroaches
Where there is no heat there are no spiders
Where they do not drink, no broken glasses
Where they do not joke, there are no sprues there
All of us in the life of something yes stand
Only on the price tag of their numbers
He - who is cheaper will be reside
Or sign ink zero
Praying, we will lay down in bed
What awaits us well how do we know
We were told that happiness in money
Well, we keep dust and ash in hands
Where loot is there, there fear for losses
Where there is no his thought about him
And we in the pursuit of steel as beasts
Only we don't have them day with fire
Where there is oil necessarily bullets
These gaps will fill war
Somewhere whom, then again deceived
Gold confused with black ash
We all in the life of something yes stand
Determine, will have to
You can at least hundreds of stories
Think up the head, if not difficult