Lyrics Fister - Можно feat. Сережа Tozhe

Can.

Seryozha Tozhe:

Night, Eastern District and I yards district
I’m measuring with my feet, in our country it’s unmeasured
People who are looking for answers to questions
What is needed and what is possible in this life

You can wait for a miracle, but you can do it all at once
Build a career or wait for a convenient maza
You can change externally while remaining yourself
You can see the sun is bright behind that mountain

Here. For that I sometimes love this life
Granting the right to be right or fall down
Tolerate a whim or in crisis write minus
I will live while rhymed thoughts

Mine are full of truth, everything is so unthinkable
And every word here is meaningless
You can take the tram to the end in the depot
To look out the window as the sky slowly darkens

With someone I want to forget about the principles now
With someone to think about the future and principle
I am not averse to starting a family and leaving to live in the province
That's just thoughts all change positions

Now there is no strength especially to carry out something there
February, frost, ice, steel cables
Students passed the session, but again I was not cheerful
Among computers, prints and office chairs

You can gather friends at home in the evening
Cook pizza and pour ketchup on everything
You can turn left from the right row
Cut the Meren and find problems right there

I think about my business properly
All we barely muddied so that families ate
You can sell everything and go winter for everyone
For good, under the sun, I so wanted ...

Fister:
 
I really wanted my "cans" to be without the "if"
And then later, Sergei and Sasha are not interested
In this metropolis, it's hard to be yourself
Despite everything, anyone can betray

I want to tell a tale about a white bull
Emotions maximum outward, pounding the walls
The mode is broken, I can teach something
Your consciousness is nothing, okay I am silent, I am silent, I am silent

Aren't you tired of dedicating songs to someone?
Sad for no reason, because we are not together?
Put on a point and turn them into commas,
Do all stories have an end? Tell me!

Question to question, I will bang myself soon
Why are there so many troubles in my head?
Day by day, quietly the soul goes numb
February washed away that December with its appearance

I want in childhood, there were no these muds
We were petty and honest, in those gray weekdays
Only prints remained, and I wanted so much
So that my children grow up in a good country

This is not the truth, the sieve revealed
And nothing will save us, only the global flood
The end of the world is near, it is a pity that it will not be
I say goodbye in English, distrusting people

You can yell at all, shifting your anger
I’ll say for garlic, it’s funnier for me on the sheets
You can end the day again in your bed
Immersed in dreams, penetrate carefully

You can be sad and also feel at least something
Post everything on Twitter or look for a mover on Saturday
You can put an end to this second couplet
Most likely, everything that is "possible" is already banned

Chorus:

There are two simple questions in this world,
All that I dreamed about will soon become possible!
And find ways to achieve the goal,
You will not notice how the weeks fly.

There are two simple questions in this world,
All that I dreamed about will soon become possible!
And find ways to achieve the goal,
You will not notice how the weeks fly.