Текст песни Moscow Death Brigade - Герои

Heroes in this world are, they are here, near
You glide past the turmoil of propaganda
Behind the bustle of disintegration, a child of the mass media hell
They perform feats without demanding rewards

Paradise glory world, flows of lies from the screen
Eat until your eyes become inflamed like rotten wounds
Swallow - says a businessman, because it is necessary
Another golden calf leads a herd
TV idiots, drug clowns from the club
Hired patriots and tongue-tied pirates
Silicone lips on a pretty face
That your daughter would look and want to become the same
Selling is more expensive! And here are the heroes
At the front, a strong-willed look, the siren howls
Stars on epaulets, shepherds in the pens of Babylon
Do a TV show louder, muffle groans
New icons to follow the example
In the ecstasy of adoration, only the hypocrite does not fight
Learn to be stylish, never lag behind fashion,
Diller, antikiller, kilotons of cardboard freaks

Divide and rule, these laws are older than the world
To each segment of consumers their idols
Guardian for the people or a hardened addict
One puppeteer, all in one mouth, in one pocket
Media dope, dictates who you are proud of
Imitate, respect, let's remember faces
Again, you can not sleep, stretch your hand behind the remote control
Dependence of the spoke in the brain, connect with the cult
Blind devotion, the generation on his knees
Heroes on the screen, you will remain their shadow
They are golden mountains, you have a hole in your skull
Children of oligarchs, thieves, pimps, opera
Tales of drugs, trunks, clubs cut your ear
Money and success on the blood, come on, no fluff
Spirit Titans are taught to kill for fun
Moral questions famously snap like nuts

Exhausted from boredom luxury satiated bitches
This track is for those who never give up
Who does not give up despite the verdict of doctors
Approached the line, but before the end goes to his dream
For single mothers, who raise children
Despite the poverty, problems and lies of the authorities
Life becomes foul, injustice burns the eyelids
But faith and perseverance stop rivers
Who did not forget the tradition, the legacy of the fathers
Did not go on an easy, but crooked road of scoundrels
I did not sell my vocation and my vow to live for people.
For firefighters, rescuers, doctors, teachers
Those who spend the day in cares and get up in the dark
Killed in three jobs to raise a family
They forget their lives for the fulfillment of their duty
Save yourself is difficult, do not lose for long