Текст песни Кравц - Иногда

We are getting closer to the elderly, we look around
Someone slept who was sleeping, someone has Mustang.
Someone is a member, someone a bore, someone says:
No, I will not and sharpen from someone else's dish.
And you know, sometimes, there is no guilt in this,
Someone looks and does not see anything but the wall.
And someone warms the spoon
As if putting at night, another bandwagon, stealing a pillow.
There are rumors in the districts, hesitates on the internet and on the phone.
The city is standing, and those who go, go along the legs.
Each captain threw a plan for the Capital.
This is a real life, see:
This minus was written by Mitya
Alice introduced me to him on the Internet
And now I am sitting on the hut, I am writing this person.
Contact is open, pokes in a compastacle,
I was about to go out into the yard for a long time.
But Mitya sent a minus and I hung
Plus a pen and a clean sheet turned up.

Sometimes ... it all starts with a clean sheet ...
And sometimes ... from this sheet everything falls into place ...

Stagnaned a fucking bonakva with a displacement,
It says - the central source of water supply.
I am not a botan, I would have made it, but I'm better than Jay
And I will offer decisions.
Look, all the money of the world has two percent of people,
Half live less than two dollars per day.
Two percent forgot what it means to be a person.
Children die without water, they build rockets.
Could have shared and there was a harmony,
But some save on someone else's health.
They will not allow them to be deducted from their salaries.
Parative thinking, the result is important.
Oo, you don't want to raise this topic,
So you are notable, look around, take a cart.
I have another album for your boredom
And this is a real world, more often my hands.

Sometimes ... water can wash off everything, the weak got used to it ...
Yeah, yeah like it, but this is not water ...

But I said - the real world, the owner of the hut called me,
We must move out, raises payment, joy,
Shchyu will come to the girlfriends of the sisters, promised to bring
fruits and water.
Here are my pants in a cage, black and yellow,
They are as real as the African ghetto,
Just like from a refrigerator, my sour kefir,
Each commander - a half -banter is looking for a fifty dollars in a uniform.
Close us and we will not guess, thanks the Internet,
In which we are rummaging, thanks to people who are fighting for freedom.
And the law, honor, protection, shoulder straps, does not converge.
Only Kravts does not converge, he generally needs to write songs
dance.
To someone, the whole album will seem boring, but this is only my world.
Thank you for listening.

Sometimes ... there is no other word, everything is gasped ...
And sometimes ... all the words in the wall ...
Sometimes ... water can wash off everything, the weak got used to it ...
Yeah, yeah like it, but this is not water ...
Sometimes ... it all starts with a clean sheet ...
And sometimes ... from this sheet everything falls into place ...