Lyrics ДЕЛОВОЙ - В РЯД ИНСУРГЕНТОВ
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бытует мнение что бог принебрег нами
вечно кого то хаем изрыгаем чертыхание
смотрим на голые тела затаив дыхание
щелкаем ящик, едим и так потухаем(перед куплетом вступление)
в стране путей и глупцов смердящей БЕСПРЕДЕЛОМ
где каждый пятый ПОБЫВАЛ за сетью из ферума
края где ЧУЖД плебисцит но есть тьма аргументов
для войн неутолимой ВЛАСТИ со СПЕЦКОНТИНГЕНТОМ
где скрыта ПРАВДА от глаз под темным брезентом
свобода слова, коей не отискать в газетах
один услышал хипиш, но из окна глазел так
будто не видел как нарки пинают соседа
до того как строить утопию без хульных помыслов
начни с себЯ друг и поменЯйсЯ полностью
не сетуй на судьбу не рви на себе волосы
ты просто действуй не надрывая голос свой
мы аппелируем к РАССУДКУ всех заплутавших
вроде вперед идущих, но остающихся ТАМ ЖЕ
тех кто так ЖАДНО ЖДЕТ этих дисконтов на гаджет
ПРОГОЛАДАВШИХСЯ. но пока свое не взявших
ответь мне всевышний как себя очистить от грязи и как замолить грехи
я мог бы научиться слышать но я предпочел остаться среди глухих
так видимо хотел что не вышло не вышло не вышло мне стать другим
и мало по малу иблис как хищник -хищник ……ест меня изнутри
время уже не ТО, люди уже не ТЕ
мы продолжаем поиск не успевших очертеть
ищем живые души в этой ДОЛИНЕ СМЕРТЕЙ
ждем лично от тебя "ДА" мы с тобой брательник
кого не приломила СИСТЕМА дуумвирата
тех кто не озабочен дележкой жилых квадратов
горячие СЕРДЦА среди полуфабрикатов
готовые ПРОТЕСТОВАТЬ, рушить барикады
не принимай это как вызов в ряд инсургентов
это the VOICE of my soul а не инструмент брат
истоптаны тысячу миль осталось пару метров
и я дойду как учили идти до победного
тех кто не ПЛАВИТСЯ повторно бросают в тигель
земная РЕПИТИЦИЯ адского котла
мне больно слышать их возгласы ПОМОГИТЕ"
но слишком ПОЗДНО они сожены до тла до тла до тла
ответь мне всевышний как себя очистить от грязи и как замолить грехи
я мог бы научиться слышать но я предпочел остаться среди глухих
так видимо хотел что не вышло не вышло не вышло мне стать другим
и мало по малу иблис как хищник -хищник ……ест меня изнутри
There is an opinion that God has neglected us
always blaming someone, spewing curses
looking at naked bodies with bated breath
click the box, eat and then go out (intro before the verse)
in a country of paths and fools stinking with CASUALTY
where every fifth person has been behind a ferum net
lands where the plebiscite is ALIEN but there are tons of arguments
for wars of insatiable POWER with SPECIAL CONTINGENT
where the TRUTH is hidden from view under a dark tarpaulin
freedom of speech, which cannot be found in newspapers
one heard hipish, but looked out of the window like this
as if I didn’t see the narcs kicking their neighbor
before building a utopia without blasphemous thoughts
start with yourself friend and change completely
don’t complain about fate, don’t tear your hair out
just act without straining your voice
we appeal to the REASON of all those who are lost
kind of moving forward, but staying THE SAME
those who are so eagerly waiting for these discounts on gadgets
HUNGRY. but have not yet taken theirs
answer me, Almighty, how to cleanse yourself from dirt and how to atone for your sins
I could learn to hear but I preferred to remain among the deaf
so apparently I wanted it, it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out for me to become different
and little by little Iblis like a predator - a predator...... eats me from the inside
the time is no longer the same, the people are no longer the same
we continue to search for those who did not have time to outline
We are looking for living souls in this VALLEY OF DEATH
We are waiting for a “YES” from you personally, you and I are brother
who was not broken by the duumvirate SYSTEM
those who are not concerned about the division of residential squares
hot HEARTS among semi-finished products
ready to PROTEST, tear down barricades
don't take this as a challenge to join the ranks of insurgents
this is the VOICE of my soul and not an instrument brother
trampled a thousand miles only a few meters left
and I will get there as I was taught to go to victory
those who do not MELT are thrown into the crucible again
earthly rehearsal of the infernal cauldron
It hurts me to hear their cries HELP"
but it's too LATE they are burned to the ground to the ground to the ground
answer me, Almighty, how to cleanse yourself from dirt and how to atone for your sins
I could learn to hear but I preferred to remain among the deaf
so apparently I wanted it, it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out for me to become different
and little by little Iblis like a predator - a predator...... eats me from the inside
always blaming someone, spewing curses
looking at naked bodies with bated breath
click the box, eat and then go out (intro before the verse)
in a country of paths and fools stinking with CASUALTY
where every fifth person has been behind a ferum net
lands where the plebiscite is ALIEN but there are tons of arguments
for wars of insatiable POWER with SPECIAL CONTINGENT
where the TRUTH is hidden from view under a dark tarpaulin
freedom of speech, which cannot be found in newspapers
one heard hipish, but looked out of the window like this
as if I didn’t see the narcs kicking their neighbor
before building a utopia without blasphemous thoughts
start with yourself friend and change completely
don’t complain about fate, don’t tear your hair out
just act without straining your voice
we appeal to the REASON of all those who are lost
kind of moving forward, but staying THE SAME
those who are so eagerly waiting for these discounts on gadgets
HUNGRY. but have not yet taken theirs
answer me, Almighty, how to cleanse yourself from dirt and how to atone for your sins
I could learn to hear but I preferred to remain among the deaf
so apparently I wanted it, it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out for me to become different
and little by little Iblis like a predator - a predator...... eats me from the inside
the time is no longer the same, the people are no longer the same
we continue to search for those who did not have time to outline
We are looking for living souls in this VALLEY OF DEATH
We are waiting for a “YES” from you personally, you and I are brother
who was not broken by the duumvirate SYSTEM
those who are not concerned about the division of residential squares
hot HEARTS among semi-finished products
ready to PROTEST, tear down barricades
don't take this as a challenge to join the ranks of insurgents
this is the VOICE of my soul and not an instrument brother
trampled a thousand miles only a few meters left
and I will get there as I was taught to go to victory
those who do not MELT are thrown into the crucible again
earthly rehearsal of the infernal cauldron
It hurts me to hear their cries HELP"
but it's too LATE they are burned to the ground to the ground to the ground
answer me, Almighty, how to cleanse yourself from dirt and how to atone for your sins
I could learn to hear but I preferred to remain among the deaf
so apparently I wanted it, it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out for me to become different
and little by little Iblis like a predator - a predator...... eats me from the inside