Текст песни M.Sokolov,Агапа - Зрители

Sokolov:
    Every night, we're in the north, in the area of
shining chrome Mercedes not far from Silver
twice on the radio slave Boombox low
rate rise in the head like a hole
word for word, who do not appreciate the business is not just looking into the windows of the house and tired of target white
far snow fuck! those who want to kill your
faith bespontovaya this theorem minus two and no more
but we all know that the bill resolves stopudovo
who's there? anyone out there wants to get an autograph from the writer?
respect for those kids who does not go on a tangent,
is thrown bad good will would no longer become longer love addicts steel steel to lie to his friend to get perstak as it did not come out sideways bitch feeding bag dollar!

Agapa:
    Here they look at these viewers their condition is satisfactory and not to win a better side to get around so we sit down
to the courts, on-ka you, Nakata
and tell me how you are now no feet, they began
Suddenly cotton batches from somewhere out of the rhyme is in a hurry to be issued again
in principle, can be articulation and shoot
not hard to just pick them up and throw
my thoughts with a bit of the merge window is visible picture of the city sleeping quietly under the slabs types of dead caught by the parishes ...
                                              courtyards that are impregnated
too sugary dazzles couples light from headlights of cars at a traffic light zebra forward leads
path suddenly hasten the flow of signals in the carrier belt and wait I'll go smoothly ask a passer-by to smoke, well when all is as it should wait and we'll see, but for now we are young idlers of course, but we have a head!

Skolov:
   Why weigh crown if soon all die like there do not see gold not see the silver, even if
With young to understand who is your enemy, and who is the brother back everything will not return today rain, tomorrow meet sunshine yellow when compared will understand that the best thing that waste simply lie difficult to choose from the pile cubo sugar how many mall at stake there in the morning to get up too heavy just empty words when the wool is not very true painting brushes under the banner of this style "The pellet was" let the weak fall flocks sheep Bravo! I can only say to those who are covered with asphalt in Germany doloyu snot about antartiku
raised in the heart of the whole world in his hands to help me a thirst to believe in the idea and place, considering all the best!