Текст песни Карандаш - Друзья-Предатели

Ideologists that do not believe in God for a long time
They stand on the threshold of the doors of the new century.
By the will of the devil at will
Fake puddles turn into the sea.
But everyone has their own choice, everyone has different ways.
Leave the world with honor, or take off your feet
From the enemies. Of course, it's better to live than die.
I would change the shame of a beautiful death.
I answer for the words, for actions - especially.
I saw a lot of pain, but it did not play a role.
I did not get salt on the wounds when I had to.
I lived only for my own people, the rest was for my sake.
But I was forgotten by those whom I will not forget.
They sold themselves, they found the image of Judas.
Dreamed of living forever, saving the skin by flight.
Pity people, not worthy even revenge.
We did not forget the blow in the back from loved ones.
When it was difficult for us. When we fell low.
There is no thought in my head about revenge. God will judge.
Themselves are far from angels - ordinary people.
And what do you know of a saint? Looked at honest eyes?
And do not shake hands that did not get dirty with blood?
Did you see in the face of someone who is faithful until his death?
I do not believe anyone - we are all hypocrites.
Who is not afraid of his own skin, who is ready
Beat honestly. This talk is inappropriate.
We walked together for a period of life, and now I'm superfluous.
I never thought that we would be separated by thousands.
Someone is looking for glory, throwing a friend, like a slut.
If only there was a name, a lot of money for free.
What are the customs of those who bought with giblets?
As a rule, these do not change with the years.

What should I do, God?
His soul is dark. A stranger is a forest impassable.
Maybe you can help?
The enemy will be strong, but the wedge is knocked out by a wedge.

His soul is dark. A stranger is a forest impassable.
And no matter how familiar they are, they can throw out the number
Such a golim, a born brother,
That the experience of the imaginary will fly from the brain with the fluff of poplar.
Pigs were our ancestors, not monkeys,
If you consider that a friend is worth less stuffed pockets.
Love next to the swollen wallet noticeably fades.
And after that, you can hardly call yourself a man.
The footboard, a bullet in the back right between the shoulder blades,
And behind was only a brother. So is it rock or fart?
Everything is simpler. Mystics is not present in our world recently.
What was previously valued - people noticeably discounted.
I put my nest on, hammering it with trash,
Enjoying shine, gloss, high, catchy advertising.
We forgot who they were, who they loved, what they lived,
Building a new marvelous world - toli Eden, toili grave.

How can I cut my heart?
Enough to throw it, or drop it.
Making a mistake is easier than not doing it.
Losing a friend is easier than saving.
Many men, having fallen in love with a dimple on his cheek,
By mistake, they marry the whole woman.
Many women ....... Huge mistake -
They believe in a man.
The main thing is trust. Many people believed.
Love is the main thing. Not everyone agrees. Hardly.
Even whores experience feelings.
Even cops have feelings.
Even killers have feelings.
What about the traitors - on this place is empty.
It does not matter, for an idea or for a cabbage.
First anger, then it's pathetic and sad.