Текст песни Добрый - Фальшь

The false peace, a false I fake you
There is a sense of being sold for money and flowers
And show me how to survive here, as there live
Where is my place? I lost this thread
And enough, calm down, do not cry
And I do not for fame, just go fuck
Suppose that for my poems put his head on the chopping block
And these tears are worth nothing more than
Do not pull your perfume smell like pulling boshek
Nikita Good, and think about the good
Yes, all the same, and again burnt through plastic
And the holiday has not passed, everything is just beginning
Hi, Kritiny here I am and where my beauty?
Build love in this city turns
Let ignited the fire, let the paint wall
And we have no one in the walls of the system
I'm not one of those who postpone the problem for tomorrow
I'm just a prisoner of these fucking Decebalus
Where to put all their lives in the gaps
You want speed? But I'm not in a rush under white