Текст песни MC DendY - Фотография, на которой меня нет

He started like everyone else, from the very beginning.
The sting of the portal to the game got him a lot
New whores, old but strong rules
He is not a hindrance, not to laugh, but, you never know
Ever with time to drive away
He will still choose the risk, a little later
All the same reproaches, fences made of white and blue chalk
Breaking through the body, oh my god, how tired of all this

There is no way out, flying into the light like a moth
The outcome is fatal, it’s not a pity; he himself got into binding
The house is empty, but there is no more sadness here
He drank it to the bottom, he would also like it - hardly
But speaking - everything is in order to the next dealer
For a new ampule of happiness, his legs moved
In the slums of blood, in the gray alleys
Cigarette in a stall, not a single sound

Hammering a smile on the side of an old newspaper
It sets itself on fire, and nerves are already burning
Against the background of dirty dishes, and the light has long gone
This is a photo in which I am not
on the tile as old grudges against yourself
He burned his name with the rest of the buzz, he’s Ilya
He knows what he wants but no, no higher and no lower
He died, he died, and all the same

Dear cars, beautiful evening in buggati
He takes another to his bed
All for sex and money, and upholstery
embroidered boss - he loves buzz and fun
Dad on a hairdryer with Kent
How not to miss other people's lavender
Tomorrow will not ride, in the evening can let go
Living in the midst of luxury is also an art

Stroking her thigh, he promised a dose and grandmas
The speed grows, and everything is bolder than his attacks
Properly not responding to uncomfortable topics
He turned his own theorems into axioms
Time is relentlessly ticking on the counter
He broke down and lit a cigarette, calming his nerves
Further and further along the highway, abroad flirting
He was leaving with a prostitute named Ira

Suite in a 5 star hotel, black with silk bed
Gold on the ceiling, red and bloody walls
Smokes quietly, silently throwing a blanket over him
This is a photo in which I am not
On the floor of cigarette butts laying out love
She will leave without taking money, thank you instead
He will wake up at dawn, say to himself
Everything can be changed, so and so, remember, Ilya

There are many situations in the world where I have not been
I talked about two people, but these are just words
I capture a negative color in the film
This is a photo in which I am not
These are other people and other places.
This is life from zero to one hundred
Life is a game, life is nonsense
This is a photo in which I am not
on which I am not ...
on which I am not
Where i would not like to be
Photos where I am not
It's black light
It is white color
This is a false advice.
Photo of me not