Lyrics Центр - Ничего личного

Swift
Years melted the ice of life.
Who we are, early shoots
Young, but already strong,
A rare, greyhound breed?
Not a standard by nature.
City's legends.
We drink freedom to a drop
We appreciate these moments.
Burning bridges to ashes
The solutions are seemingly simple.
Not recognizing on the way
Double solid stripes.
Without dropping no tears,
From the sleeve all the aces
By eye, the results, the outcome.
Why are the balance, the scales?
Sticking money in your noses
Without fear of braids,
On a cool morning with no sleep
Like dew drops.
The road to sweet dreams
In coals that are bright red
Give by hand and only feet
As before, barefoot.
Not afraid of the thunderstorm.
The color of the vine.
Past harvest records
Exceeding at times.
We bargain in knots on the streets
With not shaved taxi drivers
Pushing into the subway
Branched routes.
Falling into a state
Deep affect.
From the advice of a psychiatrist
No effect you want.
Telephone conversation, timbre of voices
Lightly soaked coffee.
From the hound dogs
No measure, no brakes.
More and more crying images.
Tips what, to whom, how -
Even Azov doesn't know
Full face and profile in the archives,
So are the prints.
Search, get out of the car,
Divorce, bribe bags.
Long tongue bitches
They increase the price.
Two slapped, show-off
Forgotten for treason.
Falling asleep, waiting for tomorrow
Suddenly there will be a change.
The remote control has two new batteries
Sat down to replace.
And so on, in a circle,
While young, beautiful.
Who we are, why, why
And what are the motives?
We buy, we treat,
We divide, heal, exhale,
We carry, we carry,
We avoid Shmon
We kill ourselves and shout it out loud
Without embarrassment
We wander along the roads of self-destruction.

The stories are true, but pretty typical.
Sad, rude, sweet lyrical,
Muddy, at times very cynical.
Draw conclusions: nothing personal.
Nothing personal...