Текст песни Рем Дигга - Безразличие

I then quite a big boy ,
in fact : not a single story was meant.
and so I continue to live like all PVCs ,
Pal as one came out, the second one as villages

in all cases it is not a long time for speech
but I do not believe that the boys have nothing to whet
and in fact happened and he forgot to fool them
dumb , embarrassing. vnature I type

probably say goodbye like all the quiet with feelings
snoshu and discolor my sad world .
and at the end of the day will not say anything
human eye , the planet Earth
- Long since empty them.

a sort of island of typicality
leave only one frame on the individual.
and bottomless SPAR stray dog
ask, but I just scored forgive ?

I can swallow all likely.
smoke what ever to instantly came out with a nasty body smog
and then as night dreaming lady stood up for
Ambala stupid and evil blue vsek I first .

mechtat.kak helped there. helped there.
and pray in secret to God forgave us
to tell him that we do not see trouble from drinking spit
and stupidly ashamed of these thoughts in mind for friends

. yeah .. I can not.
I told myself I was on ume.sebe vrag.i liar .
and before we were thrown into the ring well and now people
but tells me the devil to score at all and continue to play the game !

Th there is beating in his chest.
and I believe in the devil laughs lyubov.a honeydew .
he came up with the bright new under vino.vse shafe
and my faith Winock . henceforth sisters love and lave

and this song is the consumer at all angles
silent spectator, whose heart is harder than stone
drown in water kittens muzzle
indifference - a child of hell

loving to live all we have ,
Tell yourself why ruin .

Sweatshirt launched in spools ,
embarrassed for 3 missing from my mother ,
awkward, but because without that right now, anywhere
at the time of writing remains of man will give a gift.

be dumb we now need ,
but we did not because we , and lychee hell.
I myself such sectarian pack
for almost all calls are always busy.

I am calm . because while the court does not shine
For deaf ear placha.zanyat not this
until the trouble has not met
me on the side that is buried newborn in the woods in the package.

I'm not Mother Teresa
help African children do not climb .
and let him weep knocked in China Yuiyui
in the end I do not Holy Icon , well, then ... well, they

"I want the fog from poppy dose
fuck divorced drunk molokososok
but you know listen grustno.ne touched soul feelings
I just want to eat tasty.

call on me rude evil - che me , I century
domotayu your stupid , let me subhuman
I answer that the world has given all that he offered me ,
PVCs let me live "

with the more obvious and we are all on the side
from us because nobody obidneet ? - no doubt.
darkness me a house , and in the ears is not a moan.
I flag down better than lift a finger.

and this song is the consumer at all angles
silent spectator, whose heart is harder than stone.
drown in water kittens muzzle
indifference ...