Текст песни WanderFil - Рутина

I'm tired of philosophizing, putting my thoughts on the shelves
My superiority over the abyss, we went forward, but there is no sense

And why all these flocks, my path of a lone wolf
In the morning I read the news in the newspaper, and the income of the east

And I will score on politics, routine is enough for me in life
After all, those critics who lower me to the grave are tired

To hell with the opinions of others, to hell with a rearview mirror
I’ll go away like a turtle, so that it would be enviable

Not everyone will be able to reconcile, beat dogs on the barking
I don’t need to get drunk, forget so that I’m not a wimp

And I like to write, maybe someone will be funny
I've been poured more than once, like duck millet

But he was not fixated on hopelessness, he continued to write text
The speed of the motorcyclist worked, and flow Tupac

And if I didn’t believe, I couldn’t do what I’m doing now
Let them not believe in you, but your crown hour will come