Lyrics Dежавю - Пир стервятников
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Припев:
Нам не в тему законы мы клали на парламент,
Взрываем небо тех, кто считал себя богами.
Нам вашу наглость накормить нельзя никак,
И наш мир ваш пир стервятников.
1 куплет:
Ящик транслирует очередной сбор депутатов,
Типо законы принять, но лишь бы им путану.
Там животы их скатертью накрыты на стол,
И подбородок второй тянет тихо на дно.
С экрана кодекс читает, его незнает никто,
Их законопроекты это нам в горле ком.
Они на биржу несуться нещадя ног,
Да они качают пресс-нулевеньких банкнот.
Нахапал веса в карманы, и тихо пост передал,
Из них каждый второй типо Гриша Перельман.
На людях машет руками, он держит нас за немых?
Но его слово уже будем хавать не мы.
Всякий противостоящий им в клетку пойман,
Связаться с думой это косить минное поле.
Я вырубаю телек, мне их слушать лень.
Они несут бред, как фильм пена дней.
Припев:
Нам не в тему законы мы клали на парламент,
Взрываем небо тех, кто считал себя богами.
Нам вашу наглость накормить нельзя никак,
И наш мир ваш пир стервятников.
Chorus:
We are not in the topic of the laws we put on parliament,
We blow up the sky of those who considered themselves gods.
We can not feed your arrogance
And our world is your feast of vultures.
Verse 1:
The box broadcasts the next collection of deputies,
Tipo laws to take, but just to them confused.
There, their stomachs are covered with a table,
And the second chin pulls quietly to the bottom.
From the screen, the code reads, nobody knows it,
Their bills are in our throat.
They rush to the exchange merciless legs
Yes, they are pumping press null banknotes.
Grabbed the weight into the pockets, and quietly passed the post,
Of these, every second Tipo Grisha Perelman.
In humans, waving his hands, he keeps us behind the dumb?
But his word will no longer be hawk.
Anyone confronting them in a cage is caught,
Contact the Duma is to mow the minefield.
I cut down the telly, I'm too lazy to listen to them.
They carry gibberish like film foam days.
Chorus:
We are not in the topic of the laws we put on parliament,
We blow up the sky of those who considered themselves gods.
We can not feed your arrogance
And our world is your feast of vultures.
We are not in the topic of the laws we put on parliament,
We blow up the sky of those who considered themselves gods.
We can not feed your arrogance
And our world is your feast of vultures.
Verse 1:
The box broadcasts the next collection of deputies,
Tipo laws to take, but just to them confused.
There, their stomachs are covered with a table,
And the second chin pulls quietly to the bottom.
From the screen, the code reads, nobody knows it,
Their bills are in our throat.
They rush to the exchange merciless legs
Yes, they are pumping press null banknotes.
Grabbed the weight into the pockets, and quietly passed the post,
Of these, every second Tipo Grisha Perelman.
In humans, waving his hands, he keeps us behind the dumb?
But his word will no longer be hawk.
Anyone confronting them in a cage is caught,
Contact the Duma is to mow the minefield.
I cut down the telly, I'm too lazy to listen to them.
They carry gibberish like film foam days.
Chorus:
We are not in the topic of the laws we put on parliament,
We blow up the sky of those who considered themselves gods.
We can not feed your arrogance
And our world is your feast of vultures.