Текст песни Anton Appollon - Это мог быть я
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Город, дорога, люди, лица, общественный транспорт
Все у себя на уме и спешат постоянно
Работа, учеба и время в общем поджимает
На остановке заходит пожилая дама
Все уважают старших, вроде место уступили
В руках монеты, но их сосчитать не в силах
Просто зрение уже не лучший инструмент
На вас посмотрим доживете до преклонных лет
И все молчат, мол свалилось на голову чудо
Маленький мальчик робко так достал купюру
Вложил билет ей в руку, кнопка вызова водителя
И выскочил так быстро только его и видели
И все молчат, о чем тут говорить
Старушка чуть не плачет от искренней доброты
И все молчат, но мысль была одна
Ведь так мог сделать я (так мог сделать я)
***
Пресловутый эффект бабочки, сознание пачкает
Выбивает из-под ног почву
Вечная мания, ведь это мог быть я
Героем дня, но оставаться в роли обывателя
***
Судьба события верстает как заправский писатель
Я мог сегодня столько сделать, но как то проспал
Голова гудит, вчера с друзьями были в баре
А ведь на эти деньги я хотел маму поздравить
Че пили? шеф поднял зарплату, все таки праздник
А мне, а мне хотели тоже, но я работник так себе
Все это временно, ну так сказать заранее
Я пишу песни и вообще я крутой дизайнер
А в новостях вчера показывали одноклассника
Ну он поднялся, че то там с нефтью связано
Он и мне предлагал впрячься, по старой памяти
А я ему: Дебил, работу мол себе найди
И таких персонажей едва ли не каждый
Я мог бы то и это, этим гордятся даже
Вместо того, чтобы судьбу брать на абордаж
Играют с нею в поддавки, таких и в правду жаль
***
Ну здравствуй мир, еще один твой непутевый сын
Мы 18, я одет-обут и вроде сыт
Моя страна это один огромный анекдот
Вот только мне, почему то не смешно
Да я пишу стихи их декламирую на бит
А мог с плаката приглашать концерт свой посетить
Альбомы по контрактам, перелеты сутками
Но не читаю я продудку под чужую дудку
Антон тебе пора завязывать давать советы
Ну да, жить проще, не зная имя президента
Но мир не видеть, дальше собственных конечностей
Все равно, что меч точить для резки овощей
Я мог уехать, с грустью вспоминать березы, Родину
Ведь здесь люди живут, а не воюют за свободу
Но хорошо везде, где духа нашего не видно
Так что мои пути ведут к правде, а не к Риму
***
Именно я мог быть изгоем для стада
Именно я мог это стадо загонять в загон
Именно я мог врать тебе с телеэкрана
Именно я всю эту гниль мог выжигать огнем
Именно я взывать мог к твоей совести
Или вместе с тобой обживать дешевый бар
Именно я мог быть тем мальчиком в автобусе
Среди всех мог бы важно не потерять себя
City, road, people, people, public transport
All in their minds and in a hurry constantly
Work, study and time in general draws in
At the stop comes the elderly lady
Everyone respects the elders, like the place gave way
In the hands of the coin, but they can not count
Just eyesight is no longer the best tool.
Look at you live to see the old age
And everyone is silent, they say miracle fell on his head
The little boy timidly took out the bill
Put a ticket in her hand, the driver's call button
And so quickly jumped out only and saw him
And everyone is silent, what is there to say
The old woman almost cries from sincere kindness
And everyone is silent, but the thought was one
After all, so could I (so could I)
***
The notorious butterfly effect, the mind gets dirty
Kicks the ground out from under the feet
Eternal mania, because it could be me
Hero of the day, but remain in the role of the average man
***
The fate of the event is made up like a real writer.
I could do so much today, but somehow I slept
The head is buzzing, yesterday with friends were in the bar
But with this money I wanted to congratulate my mother
Che drank? the chef raised the salary, all the same holiday
And to me, and they wanted me too, but I am an employee so-so
All this is temporary, well, so to speak in advance
I write songs and generally I'm a cool designer
And in the news yesterday showed a classmate
Well, he rose, Che there with oil
He offered me to hide too, according to the old memory
And I told him: Moron, work supposedly find work
And almost every such character
I could have this and that, are proud of it even
Instead of taking the fate of the boarding
They play with her in giveaway, such a pity
***
Well, hello world, another son of yours
We are 18, I am dressed-shod and kind of full
My country is one huge joke
That's just me, why it is not funny
Yes, I write poems reciting them to bits
And from the poster could invite your concert to visit
Albums on contracts, flights for days
But I do not read the story under someone else's tune
Anton it's time for you to give advice
Well, yes, it is easier to live without knowing the name of the president.
But the world does not see beyond their own limbs
It's like sharpening a sword for cutting vegetables.
I could leave, sadly remember birch, Motherland
After all, people live here and do not fight for freedom
But well everywhere where our spirit is not visible
So my paths lead to truth, not Rome
***
I could be the outcast for the herd
It was I who could drive this flock
I could lie to you from the TV screen
It was I who could burn all this rot with fire
I could cry to your conscience
Or cheap bar with you
I could be that boy on the bus
Among all, it might be important not to lose yourself.
All in their minds and in a hurry constantly
Work, study and time in general draws in
At the stop comes the elderly lady
Everyone respects the elders, like the place gave way
In the hands of the coin, but they can not count
Just eyesight is no longer the best tool.
Look at you live to see the old age
And everyone is silent, they say miracle fell on his head
The little boy timidly took out the bill
Put a ticket in her hand, the driver's call button
And so quickly jumped out only and saw him
And everyone is silent, what is there to say
The old woman almost cries from sincere kindness
And everyone is silent, but the thought was one
After all, so could I (so could I)
***
The notorious butterfly effect, the mind gets dirty
Kicks the ground out from under the feet
Eternal mania, because it could be me
Hero of the day, but remain in the role of the average man
***
The fate of the event is made up like a real writer.
I could do so much today, but somehow I slept
The head is buzzing, yesterday with friends were in the bar
But with this money I wanted to congratulate my mother
Che drank? the chef raised the salary, all the same holiday
And to me, and they wanted me too, but I am an employee so-so
All this is temporary, well, so to speak in advance
I write songs and generally I'm a cool designer
And in the news yesterday showed a classmate
Well, he rose, Che there with oil
He offered me to hide too, according to the old memory
And I told him: Moron, work supposedly find work
And almost every such character
I could have this and that, are proud of it even
Instead of taking the fate of the boarding
They play with her in giveaway, such a pity
***
Well, hello world, another son of yours
We are 18, I am dressed-shod and kind of full
My country is one huge joke
That's just me, why it is not funny
Yes, I write poems reciting them to bits
And from the poster could invite your concert to visit
Albums on contracts, flights for days
But I do not read the story under someone else's tune
Anton it's time for you to give advice
Well, yes, it is easier to live without knowing the name of the president.
But the world does not see beyond their own limbs
It's like sharpening a sword for cutting vegetables.
I could leave, sadly remember birch, Motherland
After all, people live here and do not fight for freedom
But well everywhere where our spirit is not visible
So my paths lead to truth, not Rome
***
I could be the outcast for the herd
It was I who could drive this flock
I could lie to you from the TV screen
It was I who could burn all this rot with fire
I could cry to your conscience
Or cheap bar with you
I could be that boy on the bus
Among all, it might be important not to lose yourself.