Текст песни Дейв - За жизнь

Who am I? simple rhymes what I see
It is rather the lack of you say the same
in an attempt to survive the bottom stupidly throwing neighbors
to stay afloat and continue as pyzhitsya
how much happiness give a couple of servings
zapoh fresh autumn or answers to questions
why, then, like a fool she wrote poetry
could not get was seized if the element
Now it's different other interests
I remember laughing past it was a child
each of the guys is eighteen
young when you're in love with the sunset and sunrise
Now I have a hard look crane rather than tit
you walk through the bolts on me you're a whore and not a lioness
and life is not a song at all though not in words
and all that I want to leave a trail of your head

and to be honest I had offered to these rhymes bolt
I am not a teacher but a turnip and you are not a teacher
river until the city sleeps, I continue to drink beer
on the shores of the sea and river channel bays
friends do not forget we do not hide your eyes here because
I like Eli with a book go to the west
not smell of money attracts here and let the road is not easy
I still kick set foot on the floor above that ceiling

little place in this world has become too crowded
and only insert text into Notepad brains fucked as
this as an old and his play in it to be honest bitch
the main criterion captured from childhood
simple truth that a headache from a hangover
that as you are weak you become a living target
but you have it in one other other
someone thinks that's true only in the pursuit of money
these verses do not earn fishing
but in them is the truth because the truth does not believe in money
and I carry that message to convey
of course it's silly glupokovodny style
I know what I say to you would be madness
my glory mixture of lava from Vesuvius and steel
my friends together behind me stood
they are with me, I have confidence in them our union will not fall down

and to be honest I had offered to these rhymes bolt
I am not a teacher but a turnip and you are not a teacher
river until the city sleeps, I continue to drink beer
on the shores of the sea and river channel bays
friends do not forget we do not hide your eyes here because
I like Eli with a book go to the west
not smell of money attracts here and let the road is not easy
I still kick set foot on the floor above that ceiling