Текст песни Storc - Не удел

Pressing close to heart photo
Nearing the final, he is closer with each passing year
When roles change, you're on the paper, someone else
He sits in Despres. Heart cut sword

You run from it, but only think so
The inevitability of a trouble ticket to bestow
Not to nullify it as the ratio of cuts
All I remember less about who just before

You lose the roots, but goes underground
Who will remember you? If he scored the first
Ruffled nerves. Now around only bare walls
Excuses will not be what you were not

I'm used to buy, but in fact he sold
At the very beginning, not knowing the general price list
Too late to regret, but do not try yourself
Guilty only those who have more eggs

Drags the sand, because you stand too long
I do not back the debt that took to the shelf
On the shelves lay down nothing. From your little sense
Only annoyance and trouble. Flow

Thoughts demolish mind. Towards Darkness
Your razvlekuha - night speech cats
Someone out there is not "selling" and "give"
You for all, here again on business

Hijacked. You asked for help yesterday and today
You have forgotten or simply do not care glupoko?
Now do not care, then you will come to complain
At the Council is not able to, your Skeels - pizdezh

You do not promptly supplied arms to those who dressed worse
Nothing is glued. I choose priority
Parquet floor, car Qadi mobas on ah
Not even a moth, you will not accept paradise

Hands reach for the sky, you're still in the dark
Light is inside, but not destiny for you
Go on, not so far fallen dream
Happiness in the bubble, your world - poverty