Текст песни Ефрем Амирамов - Реп пожилого оптимиста

I serve as a target for my conscience,
But I don't want to run away from it.
The soul is ready to cleanse itself
Well, I'll just try not to interfere ..

The crown itches with an annoying thought:
It's a pity to waste time on the obvious.
Who will I argue with? Who to agree with?
I would have to understand myself first!

I found Something ... - which is difficult to name,
Look - it's simple - it's boring to explain.
Each one can see himself must realize
What is solid in him, in what he is insignificant.

But before I drop poison somewhere,
Let me see who is next to me ...
Whom will I offend if I measure so?
I just see - I only believe in that!

Strange things happen in the world
Animals are like people and people are like children.
Which they took away from mom's tits,
Who were the idiots hired for the role of nannies.

No one is offended - a specific tribe,
Feelings are poured in the form: either blood, or a seed.
They lie to the people again, they tear their mouths again,
In the fight for the freedom of dirty speech.

Strange feelings - what a family!
Even art in the form of a remake.
But all this is all right - let the children amuse themselves!
After all, there is also specific stupidity in the world.

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I will tell the children so that my grandchildren know
What troubles, what agony
Our forefathers bore us the will,
To make life more beautiful for everyone.

And now what and what for,
There are reptiles on my bed.
The evil leader of the herd - I don't keep up ..
A voice from hell cries out to God.

Who is limited - builds boundaries,
The world is impersonal with the mask of a killer.
The difference of religions separates everyone,
And what is there where there is intrigue - everything will heal.

Different religions are doomed to dogmas
Those for battle, those for pogroms.
Each one drags the poor to his corner,
THUS THUS IS THE FOURTH OF THE ONE GOD.

Happy devils - the world is mutilated,
A death machine whose engine is eternal.
Religions of all colors - believe it or not - Lying masks of grandmother death.

The terrible thought became very specific:
That only Death in our world is Immortal ?!
But what about everyone, we, you and me, everyone who breathes:
We don't hear each other ... but who will hear us?

It's not difficult to immerse us in Joy,
When everything is possible just not disgusting! ..
Just nasty - a cult of different opinions,
Bring the world to its knees again

Eh, body / brave /? I will live - I will untie my soul,
But the wounds hurt - that's why I hurt.
No idylls, those that are from theft:
Money, love or even the royal throne.

And the princes-princes, who once conquered the world.
Walked and fell, in the form of a fall
Into the endless abyss of time ...

Or maybe it was worth hitting the bloodsucker
It was worth building for those who do not strive to live ..
And the rest are all people-peoples,
Bless the dictatorship of freedom!

Where there is no meanness and crime.
All have one God - and without stupidity!
All happy ... all loved ones ...
All are beautiful and not imaginary!

FREEDOM is not a right, I have to live like that!
I am connected by her alone with humanity.
Best of all I understand it all
When I cook something for people, I eat it with them.

Only freedom will show me the truth!
Only she will punish all vices!
I think even children will soon understand:
There is no injustice in the world.

What you believe in is not in vain!
Only what you can do is cool.
For example, the simple nature of debauchery
I would lead from vice to Art!

How can we simply rise up with the whole world!
And caress each other with your soul.
And to realize that only together, believe me,
We will gain both LOVE and IMMORTALITY.

THERE ARE THINGS WHICH THEY ARE NOT TALKED ABOUT - THEM FEEL AND TAKE CARE AS WISDOM.
WE ONLY CREATE OUR HELL, EVERYTHING ELSE - PARADISE, LOVE AND YOUTH.

("The Rap of the Elderly Optimist").