Текст песни St1m - Взгляд со стороны

View from the outside

(Gopiniki ....)

To all the fucking critics ...

Look do not tear look from the side drooling
People see everything, and whoever wants to leave and spit
You have a lot of such fans tryndet left
Before you be a god, consider whether you need to be a god
All your slogans are wretched, words and songs
They weigh no more than mold, their taste infuriates me
These looks, reproaches are silly from the side of me are purple
You want a skirmish, I'm a war.
Here they are manners on the walls of the letter sculpt
They consider themselves great, although themselves ridiculous
In addition to the boring chatter, they are weak in words
They have more vicious dirt than evil ...
From the side, playing heroes is easier in two
build new foundations on other people's victories
But is it worth it to shout later that he achieved fame
If you beat out of the silence and did not play by the rules.
I have heard many, many still do not know me
But this is not a reason to make bullets, but gunpowder (axes xs =))
Blind disputes, reproaches, litter for what you
Full of breech springs and ready to sting in the heart
I would give up, just forget about it
Just scored on it, just killed tips would
And you too if you lie
better not argue about death and hide your ardor (inexplicably)

(Gopiniki ....)

Got it!
It’s much better to watch from the side, Sit in the shade and listen
What is happening outside to reason, criticize
Someone else's views, conversations are you so happy
And always ready to look at someone from the side again
Discuss all the shortcomings of a small bribe
To stay again ... your mother ... In the next trick
The sweet rustle of Bucks is haunting
I stand for myself happiness. And how much will it cost!
Double the wallet weight several times
For the sake of cabbage and glory, a hand will rise
The law is not written, false-consisting of numbers
It’s unlikely that this is all that makes sense.
I would shoot first in the heart of being on the side
Someone tried to prove their wrongness in themselves
Under the scales of criticism, hearing loud words
And those who are not looking at the truth
He established his rights only for himself
Always looking from the side, hating geniuses
And the ringing of coins loving, staring at the world from top to bottom
Shining not with verbosity, controlling the paradise through the top of the apartment window
Unrecognizable in a crowd in a stream of gray faces
Not seeing the thick human mass of visible boundaries
Granite slab and the inscription "best of people"
Remained to rot in the damp earth among rotten stumps ...

(Gopiniki ....)