Текст песни VTM Product - от спальных районов

and I'm not going to know where he,
and the sound I posveschayu yards
I have not believe miracles
although I myself used to kink
killed on Nike legs went not so little
from the sleeping area from the top to the basement
baseman pull the straps as a blanket
streets of the city many of us raised
acrid smoke impregnated wall areas
System swallowed so many of us
traffic on the route, day after day
it does not matter at the wheel or on foot
all in the hope to see tomorrow
to satiate the belly of a lot we do not need
and we do not have the pope MP
which will help us as much money
for this voice only hurt peoples hiding
well, and the people as he was and remains simple
I live so purely on luck
keep your brother from me feed
as well as cities grow in them and people
fertility was added essentially
and prices are still rising and taxes
and west Jam frighten us here
and the voice says something to the screen
well, we receive medical treatment salt wounds
and greed knows no pity
the Maldives and now someone is resting
and vices cheloveskoy nature
how to avoid the bullets that we are fools
what we make of life
and all have long forgotten what a shame
Pushing the framework for morality,
not to find himself in the gutter for earlier
that we prepare only visible from above
dokantsa but we will in this motion
total control to these cities
but we will make a snapping-by-wire
and I wish you every luck