Текст песни Try One's Luck - Остаться Собой

It's disgusting to look at the proud faces
Those types that in the struggle for the truth
They began to consider themselves someone above others
Eradicate evil tiny particle
They pops up a huge pile of crap.
Eternal conversations all around miserable
Sarcastic humor or silent reproach

Taking the faith the words of others
Get ready to lose as always!

jagged mountains of literature
Other people's clever ideas with your tongue
Transformed into a corral pizdabola
You have long lost myself!

But this is not my problem
You live with it every day
Just spare me their claims
I do not care about all this nonsense.

Raised column of dust, the stench from the Ponto
But where are all the result of your words ?!
Everyone makes noise, but where is the good ?!
Without doubt, the monitor you're a god!
The critic, politician, poet and fighter
In life, schmuck without a hint of honor!

Less opens his mouth, if you are not ready
This will deliver others from spitting!