Текст песни Женя Mad - Вымышленный мир

You see your future in the emerald city

But in your opinion, everyone is far and equal

And every element of this hopelessness

Makes atheists turn to God

We arrive in the illusion of a world we have invented

If you don't want to be there then? pushed hard

The idiot's fictional world is hung with leaflets

After all, for him there is nothing more valuable than memory

More valuable than symbols, because every dot and comma

Hides birth and epitaph behind

Don't just poklava beat, combining sentences

Because every word is my life

Tears of a mindless child

Create a sick world that will soon drown

Bitch, these golden masks can't stand

That hide feelings with a touch of rust

Invented our world by ourselves referring to hope

What will be no worse than before and dick you

In hysterics you rush from one wall to another

But until you see the exit sign you won't find the door

You see your future in the emerald city

But in your opinion, everyone is far and equal

And every element of this hopelessness

Makes atheists turn to God

Listen, if your world is so rich

What for? to another happiness your fucking hand stretches

You don't know and want to raise unmeasured money

The only difference is that I intend to raise a thousand hands

And the gelding will not add color to your deceit

don't lie to me fucking that money sounds good to you

And lacing every gyrus in your head

If it's not important lave then one love 4ever

I've long been confused with the majors from the clubs

When I will die of hunger one of these days fucking

And with an oath you will wash away your sins

Just because they came up with this fucking world

Dilute your palette with your neighbor's blood

After all, you are a lecturer, with the hearts of others you will deprive yourself of troubles

Disaster is imminent, as is the death of a psychopath

And even you didn't feel sorry for him