Текст песни MC 1.8 - Кроме Слов

Erased the past, it is also my
Hunched shoulders amid fire and smoke every day
At first I shaval conscience, later fell under Hammers
Overcome yourself inside - there is nothing more difficult
And hardly getting stronger from such attempts
Rather, only meaner and stale at a loss
At night, I feel the pain of those who did hurt
A day I am trying to live and the type to be yourself
You never feel that I have inside
So the judge himself, the holy, and erase the track
At the bottom of an empty purse is my wealth
I'm on a par with any of the world is willing to share space
Spit on the status and rank of soulless dolls
They do not buy the Sun and the sky blue dome
Then it goes to the bottom and in the Yom Kippur flood
All of these committees, sects and safes with banknotes
Here it is - the music, the reigning inside me
That's what I feel midst of the fire every day
I feel like the time is flowing through the hypothalamus
Learn from mistakes and further wind drives sail

I did not hear nothing but words
And I could not see the quagmire inner worlds
I did not understand whether there is in reality
At least one living who has not reached the extremes

I do not look back - what happened, happened, and the point
In the dream, on the reverse run past troubles
Soul coarsens dried under mounds of pain
Spikes protrude inside and needles kolyat
I accept without a fight with the seconds stupid
Many clearly see the new semis
I do not judge me, but we're in one smeared with shit
And you have to get on par with me
Time relentlessly changing ways of thinking
And do not even ibet someone from a generation
For me, equality is the bulwark of civilization
The movement causes the world to sleep and wake
Someone sitting in a sushi think life - shit
And who is considering fines it satisfied all exactly
Someone sees no further nose, thinking of pasterns
At that time, as the fate of the world I have found another clue
And I like a dream last ten years
So few of the decisions taken that as much infuriates
It is a shame for the way condemned as betrayed once
I erase the past, and tomorrow everything will be bitching

I did not hear nothing but words
And I could not see the quagmire inner worlds
I did not understand whether there is in reality
At least one living who has not reached the extremes