Lyrics Da BOMB - Лишнее
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Лишнее
Сделана жизнь совсем я думаю не плохо,
Когда все ровно, конда не ждешь подвоха.
И только суматоха необходимая лишь мне.
Нет тех кто навязаться пытается извне моего мира,
Насыщеннго чем-то личным.
Вроде бы обычным, но все же нетипичным,
Привычным для мня и так далеким для других
Повергнутых в круговорот проблем своих больших,
Решаемых всегда лишь только материально.
И повышая дальше свой статус социальный,
Отвечаю офицально: "Дороги разные у нас!
Я "пас" так жить и оставляю все для вас!
И высший класс пусть будет вам утехой,
Желаю большего успеха, не буду здесь помехой.
Не грех, что где-то пребываю я посередине,
Не знаю, мне там в общем-то неплохо и поныне!
Да нет конечно, немного благ не помешает,
Кто возражает, тот зависть свою скрывает!
Пусть все пытаются куда-то приподняться,
А хочу таким же как и был, таким же и остаться!"
Как много лишнего, как много суетного,
Когда имеешь что-то, очень хочется другого!
Но очень редко, когда бывает все и сразу.
Экстазы изобилия стрерилизуют разум!
Оценивая свои победы и фиаско,
Неосознано я очень часто сгущаю краски.
И жду подвоха, никому не в чем не веря,
Пока не разворуют мародеры все мои трофеи.
Корю себя за неудачи: "Вот незадача!
Где-то я там напортачил, не иначе"
Мучуюсь, ломаю голову, курю по паре пачек,
Но это абсолютно ничего не значит
Ни для кого, кроме меня!
Сейчас я в бесте, вы на хазе,
Но знаю, скоро вы сбежитесь, мрази,
Когда найдется, что делить, когда дела полезут в гору,
Меня опять окружит эта свора
Любвиобильных лабезал, лихие брудершафты,
Девицы с ненасытным силиконовым ландшафтом.
Но что они оставят на душе? - Пустынный берег,
А в памяти обрывки депрессивного веселья.
На самом деле все это не нужно, чуждо, глупо!
Как хочется забиться в старую халупу!
И там оценивать свои победы и фиаско,
Неосознано, но очень часто сгущая краски.
Как много лишнего, как много суетного,
Когда имеешь что-то, очень хочется другого!
Но очень редко, когда бывает все и сразу.
Экстазы изобилия стрерилизуют разум!
Superfluous
Life is completely made, I think not bad,
When everything is smooth, Conda is not expecting a dirty trick.
And only the clutter needed only for me.
There are no people trying to impose themselves from outside my world,
Saturated with something personal.
It seems to be ordinary, but still atypical,
Familiar to me and so distant to others
Plunged into the whirlpool of the problems of their great,
Solved always only materially.
And further increasing his social status,
I answer officially: "We have different roads!
I "pass" to live like that and leave everything for you!
And let the upper class be joy to you,
I wish you more success, I will not be an obstacle here.
It’s not a sin that somewhere I am in the middle
I don’t know, it’s generally not bad for me to this day!
No, of course, some benefits will not hurt,
Who objects, that hides his envy!
Let everyone try to get up somewhere
And I want the same as I was, the same and stay! "
How much superfluous, how much vain
When you have something, you really want another!
But very rarely, when everything happens at once.
The ecstasy of abundance sterilizes the mind!
Evaluating your victories and fiasco,
Unconsciously, I often exaggerate.
And waiting for the trick, not believing in anything,
Until all my trophies are plundered.
I reproach myself for failures: "Here is bad luck!
Somewhere I screwed up there, not otherwise "
I am tormented, racking my brains, smoking a couple of packs,
But that means absolutely nothing
For no one but me!
Now I'm in the best, you're in the haz,
But I know you’ll come running soon, scum,
When there is something to share, when things climb uphill,
I am again surrounded by this pack
Loving craps, dashing broodershafts,
Girls with an insatiable silicone landscape.
But what will they leave for the soul? - Deserted beach,
And in my memory scraps of depressive fun.
In fact, all this is not necessary, alien, stupid!
How I want to hide in an old hut!
And there to evaluate your victories and fiasco,
Unconsciously, but very often thickening paint.
How much superfluous, how much vain
When you have something, you really want another!
But very rarely, when everything happens at once.
The ecstasy of abundance sterilizes the mind!
Life is completely made, I think not bad,
When everything is smooth, Conda is not expecting a dirty trick.
And only the clutter needed only for me.
There are no people trying to impose themselves from outside my world,
Saturated with something personal.
It seems to be ordinary, but still atypical,
Familiar to me and so distant to others
Plunged into the whirlpool of the problems of their great,
Solved always only materially.
And further increasing his social status,
I answer officially: "We have different roads!
I "pass" to live like that and leave everything for you!
And let the upper class be joy to you,
I wish you more success, I will not be an obstacle here.
It’s not a sin that somewhere I am in the middle
I don’t know, it’s generally not bad for me to this day!
No, of course, some benefits will not hurt,
Who objects, that hides his envy!
Let everyone try to get up somewhere
And I want the same as I was, the same and stay! "
How much superfluous, how much vain
When you have something, you really want another!
But very rarely, when everything happens at once.
The ecstasy of abundance sterilizes the mind!
Evaluating your victories and fiasco,
Unconsciously, I often exaggerate.
And waiting for the trick, not believing in anything,
Until all my trophies are plundered.
I reproach myself for failures: "Here is bad luck!
Somewhere I screwed up there, not otherwise "
I am tormented, racking my brains, smoking a couple of packs,
But that means absolutely nothing
For no one but me!
Now I'm in the best, you're in the haz,
But I know you’ll come running soon, scum,
When there is something to share, when things climb uphill,
I am again surrounded by this pack
Loving craps, dashing broodershafts,
Girls with an insatiable silicone landscape.
But what will they leave for the soul? - Deserted beach,
And in my memory scraps of depressive fun.
In fact, all this is not necessary, alien, stupid!
How I want to hide in an old hut!
And there to evaluate your victories and fiasco,
Unconsciously, but very often thickening paint.
How much superfluous, how much vain
When you have something, you really want another!
But very rarely, when everything happens at once.
The ecstasy of abundance sterilizes the mind!