Текст песни O.M.T. - Старая история

And the windows are also December frost
Someone has ostiochondrosis, someone overdose
But you chose the way the way so be kind
your friends cannot be returned to the world, whatever it may be

Look at the clock without twenty -twelve
In the Palevo area, cops dangled to hang around
someone was beaten with a crowbar and someone is not charged
Someone hangs with us, someone is accepted

And again the music wolves on their souls howl
And again this is pain when he is next to you
And again a clowning that you call love
I would shoot you all and put the cliches "guilty"

You do not understand that anger that is hidden in your soul
There, someone he puts the serifs on the wall
both in the forest and here, both with the cross and without
Only marble will calm me down, but while I'm here

A quarter of life, almost twenty years of history
Fortune I will regret that I did not bring down with you
I am sick with you and my heart on the scales
If I do not meet you here, then we will be in heaven

A quarter of life, almost twenty years of history
Fortune I will regret that I did not bring down with you
I am sick with you and my heart on the scales
If I do not meet you here, I will wait in heaven

Bullet for departure, do not start a mobile
you are unrossible to pray to God every day
and with a run around the world, wheels wheels
The main thing is not to forget: from where? And by whom? You are sent

Femis, does not give good, gives publicity
if you go through the face then not suitable for fax
shot .. heading in my direction
Fortune turned her gaze, now she is equally

e..tut you do not decide, they solve bucks
said excess, please pay for the cashier
We were imposed on familiarity, slavery all the more
We were not given freedom, freedom is theory

All that is fraught with history is uniforms on fragments
Only photographs on the shelves remember pain
Live still not put you sticks in the knitting needles
Units will survive in this miserable world