Текст песни Stim - Час Пик

I reflected in the windows of these concrete boxes
I'm not here for a long time and the network cable unplugged
The prison robe or office suit
Meaning one- life knocks us as Kostya Ju
In the never-ending traffic jam hundreds of thousands of cars
The city in which even though is based on lies
It can easily turn a head off a smell of money
And then choke with laughter from your falls
Sky - limit, for the majority of the limit - Catacombs
Did you see the clear sky? It's like the dream was
We like the current in high-voltage lines of fate
What would be part of the system you have to be stupid
Eternal rush hour, and these robots around in a hurry
Fuck your terabytes of data, I need a shower
One shot, one chance Spend it to good use
And if life does not agree with your opinion - to argue with her