Текст песни Lumeo - Рассуждения
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может все , что я сейчас сказал для вас окажется калом , но то , что я вижу у себя на улицах меня реально пугает , подходит какой-то фраер ребенка пугая, если тот от машины не отойдет то иначе будет с ним базарить, и может я из тех , что все поспешно проморгали , может все и хорошо , это я остался в стенах старых улиц , не во что не вникая , и не стоит в пустой скуке время тратить, паниковать , вспоминая о том , что сейчас проблема с отцами , трахнул и убежал ,вот так знамя , но будет у меня ребенок когда то , я его не брошу сука знай это , люди просили меня тянуть до двух - трех минут растягивать куплеты , но слушайте то , что получается , странно вроде 14 лет а мозг на счет всего этого так взрывается , многим не понравится этот трэк из за негатива, но вроде все в рифму ,нету тех самых матов , и действительно стараюсь лучше стать старые трэки перематывая,я сейчас пишу текст, но в это время где то ребенок рыдает, наблюдая за тем как пьяный отец мать избивает, и молю господа , чтобы все было хорошо, и накрыл нас пледом доброты и свободы , чтобы тем кому холодно стало тепло, и пропало чувство голода , чтобы те кто смеялись - продолжали , не пережевая , что настанет судный день , не верьте никому , один лишт бог знает. what day of the city is it, everyone says a holiday. Are you a Russian Patriot? - No, you are an alcoholic, you are a filthy son. Why celebrate something that you do not cherish, after all, not love, but a glass of vodka to celebrate the city gave a reason to come. I looked at the street, everywhere there was rubbish, dirt, whores, everything went to hell, I'm sad. And maybe I'm one of those who doesn't love my city, and it's true, because you won't find happiness here, only darkness and cold, maybe I'm wrong, maybe this topic will be controversial for you, but I don't know where to knock out and shave , to break, or to squeeze out the path of happiness here, the road. Please, do not be angry with everything I said, flock, I was never attached to her, I was an idiot, I was a pear for extra people. What's with the Ukrainians? a question with an accordion, they have everything there, what makes you laugh so guys? Ukrainians are our brothers, what's so cool about tearing up brothers because politicians are thieves? The topic was hushed up, because nothing depends on me, I'm just a simple guy with a dream, I want people to be addicted to my music. How many rats tried to morally flood me, but I continue, giving a shit about what the bitches say. But fuck, how to close your eyes when passing by children of drug addicts, someone has warmth, affection and love in the family, but what I saw left only spots of pain in my memory, I go after a school day in the rain, tears my soul, that guy whom I saw before with a smile on his face, now sits not on the positive, but on pills and a needle, what is the government looking at? You will look around, and so you have not sunk anywhere below.
maybe everything that I just said for you will turn out to be feces, but what I see on my streets really scares me, some scarecrow approaches the child, frightening, if he does not leave the car, otherwise it will bazaar with him, and maybe I one of those that everyone hastily missed, maybe everything is fine, I stayed within the walls of the old streets, not delving into anything, and it is not worth spending time in empty boredom, panic, remembering that now there is a problem with fathers, I fucked and I ran away, this is the banner, but I will have a child sometime, I won't give it up, bitch, know this, people asked me to delay until two or three minutes to stretch the verses, but listen to what happens, it's strange like 14 years old and the brain is about everything it explodes so much, many will not like this track because of the negativity, but everything seems to be in rhyme, there are no those maths, and I really try to become better old tracks by rewinding, I am now writing the lyrics, but at this time somewhere the child is crying, watching like a drunken father beats his mother, and I pray the Lord that everyone It was good, and he covered us with a blanket of kindness and freedom, so that those who feel cold would feel warm and the feeling of hunger disappeared, so that those who laughed would continue without chewing that the day of judgment would come, do not believe anyone, God only knows.
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