Текст песни Nemo - Злая судьба

Empty cans of beer, bulls
The shrouded street screams
Save me from these people
What do not appreciate anything but units and zeros

What is happening to us? Who will explain to me?
Every second here there is a transvistitis
Every third in his pocket has a knife or a gunshot
I got the license, but only the mind failed

Purchased rights, without learned traffic rules
The frequent cause of the most severe accidents
But to whom does it matter who it hovers?
No problem, just put a pair of paws on her

In this world as a dwarf every fourth
Does not reach for a normal life
Delivering only to the point of the dead
He says to himself: everything is normal, just get used to it

But they do not get used to it, but they get used to it
With the idea that the network kicks
And then there is nowhere to go from it
There's either a hunchback in the heart, or go with the flow
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How much longer do I have to look at the tears from my eyes
Close people that are not able to again
Endure these attacks and attacks of evil destiny
What mercilessly buries more and more people of gray

And gray-haired, not from old age, but from nerves
That every day the packs die
At a time when somewhere
Greedy, fattened bourgeois sadness does not know
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The world has become dark by so much
That even dying light at the end of the tunnel you will not see
I want to ask a question: how many
I still have to have a decent finish

And lucky if you do not perish
In the whirlpool of deceit and fuss
And then, alas, will not help you fart
If you do not have securities in stock

I'm like a slave, a system slave
And I can not escape from it in any way
It's like a matrix, but alas, I'm not Neo
And from two capsules I will not choose red

I can not see the truth, and the devil with her
I'm already tired of vain attempts
I can not see the signal lights
Celebrating the end of torture

And what should I do? Who needs a simple people?
And no matter how worthy you were, you are always second-rate
If you are not rich and you do not have a high rank
Someone blames an evil fate, but as for me in us the reason
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How much longer do I have to look at the tears from my eyes
Close people that are not able to again
Endure these attacks and attacks of evil destiny
What mercilessly buries more and more people of gray

And gray-haired, not from old age, but from nerves
That every day the packs die
At a time when somewhere
Greedy, fattened bourgeois sadness does not know
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