Lyrics I Эшелон - Фоторобот

Kostya Govorun
Let's beat each line strictly in the soft,
What under the hair occasionally shines the rest,
I say it once, for voiceless masses
I recharge, recharge and throw in the cashier.
Hello - connoisseurs of bright filth,
Synthetic joys, arrogant guests,
A few tidings, your times are gone,
Let's make a photofit of your soul together:
A one-and-a-half container, dragging goods through the shacks!
I feel my gut lie down before dark
For their trembling, mentally poor!
Conscience in this wilderness and with a lantern you will not find
The foundations of shaky, like a veiled graduate,
Corrupt as the police are synonymous in principle.
There is no shame on the face, because these are all words
Another nonsense from the province to the deep space!

Two-faced
Listen wait, let's see here:
This is your soul X-ray imprint!
The niche is empty, there is only ash and black shadow,
Self-destruction hovers and hungry laziness.
The glitter lies flat on the rotten walls,
A thin layer hides leaky veins,
Dirt under the nails from shaking inside,
In the old furs do not pour new wine ...
Sugar so sweet covers the shit
What's the difference? Columns of bodies anyway?
It is better to choke on a leather jacket from the company "Armani"
Than mustard grow Heaven in a promise!
Permissiveness now preferred to freedom
Looking at things in perspective is no longer in fashion.
The joy of the present is tactical victory
Lack of future - defeat strategically

Chorus:
While the rivers of rivers flowing mud
On the territory of Winter, clean the consciousness of the masses
While hawking false on the front,
We provide supporters with peace of mind!