Текст песни Meds - Миллиарды

Billions of different people
Creators of his world as
As much as any ideas
Mankind has created

How many different houses
We have built our destinies
How, well, how long will it last

Well, I have no ideological shmuck
No me kriativa
I put in 90
Jobs home and a bottle of beer
Like all eager to somewhere, to do something and someone to share
And I'm in the office a whole in matters
I play in a scarf, drink coffee, and slams the door
Sometimes you want to escape somewhere
And what to do with my dumb life
But then in your pocket would be a penny
I go for oversleep and everything will be fine

B Grasp the cause of which is neither from the authorities
Think of a song or write a poem
And in the bins of the soul only laziness and bad weather
Zombie bustle of life
Again, all in the same style
Even the girls do not have
I meet alone at dawn, daybreak
Engage used in sports but alas no power
All the energy left in the wilds of the Internet
A closer will ride the pressure in old age
Fast food, snacks proyavyatsya surprisingly
Thrombosis and all sorts of congestion
Not life as a fairy tale in the words of Lenin's grandfather
No laziness motivates yet to idleness
And the desire and its fulfillment ...