Текст песни Антон Артей - Меркантильная жизнь

Shut windows, shutters, doors
It's hard for people to suffer losses
Whole, salt, wounds
We often forget about the most important thing.

Hammer the fireplace, chad poisons
The fire in our room burns air.
We need so little freedom
Which relatives deprive us of since childhood

Take a place, tables, ranks
On the way to the milky, there is no place for the stars
We are waiting for the way to the infinite
But to reach there is not enough growth

Pour sorrow, wine, whiskey
Cards and the rate in them will usually
Why we forgot our children's games
And everything is trying to reach nirvana crawl

Nirvana crawl
Nirvana crawl
And in our souls, there is a lot of pain
But I am pleased

Know triumphantly fell
The field is blasted and immediately reaped.
It's so easy for us to move the herd
Although you do not need to go anywhere

Forget, score - in the corner opposite
Houses under a well melt water
And we still arrange a parade of freaks
And we still do not have enough space

Beasts, not people, stump not snag
The guy who falls down
A girl whose need nothing more
Huy, mercantile life

Pour sorrow, wine, whiskey
Cards and the rate in them will usually
Why we forgot our children's games
And everything is trying to reach nirvana crawl

Nirvana crawl
Nirvana crawl
And in our souls, there is a lot of pain
But I am pleased