(The world grimaces, he grimaces further
|
You know the world is less and less explainable)
|
Obama won the election, Osama haunted the tapes
|
Give me the remote, I'll change the channel, another cliche
|
They are looking for Polański like Najmrodzki used to be
|
Ibisha hurts the ego, the old man pretends to be young
|
Collagen and silicone are today's substances
|
Smiles and patting each other create relationships
|
Interaction is a convention, I'm fucking it
|
Because truth is the essence and the essence
|
I promise you paparazzi with a telescope, a short ball
|
Me, you, fist, face and concrete
|
Psss what paparazzi? |
Ciao ragazzi
|
Because today rap is just a kind of attraction
|
The world is chastening because one fool against the other
|
Instead of doing something for the game, he only knows how to fool around
|
Such a business, boorish hearts have a moment and you have to get on with it
|
To buy a ticket to paradise
|
On the screen, Mr. and Mrs., a lot of pink and trinkets
|
Make sense for nothing, a ball like from bad discos
|
(The world grimaces, he grimaces further
|
You know the world is less and less explainable)
|
A couple is dancing, the type wants to turn back time off the clock
|
Half of Poland is looking at it and raving about it
|
Janowski - another young one is always singing and dancing
|
I turn on the "House of Evil", play, banality is enough
|
Why Kinga Rusin, not Kinga Preis?
|
Why does it have to be followed not by quality but by cash?
|
Damn! |
Ah, those fantasies of a naive
|
Anyhow, hard, it must be so, there is no need to cry
|
Klaka well, I read Fronda and 44, I ignore nonsense phobias
|
Reason takes over, look, fight for the world
|
Only the one around you, because the rest have their fate
|
Your track and does not know yourself, the elite if you do not know - you ask
|
You hide in the power of creation, you do not drown in rapture
|
On the tops among attractions, psssss envy
|
Weak trait, just out of spite, any talent like Teka!
|
Smiles and creations, a lot of falsehoods and appearances
|
They feed the imagination of people in front of televisions
|
(The world grimaces, he grimaces further
|
You know the world is less and less explainable)
|
Yo, Nietzsche, Fromm, Hegel and what about me
|
A young lady vet civilizes the countryside, great
|
What is public has long since become a corpse
|
And private - give your body I will give you success, you idiot!
|
Joint songs, as long as it was, is show business
|
And this is supposed to continue and throw Blake into your niche
|
I hear noise, it's a grassroots movement of minds because we have enough of you
|
Erato with a flag among the crowds
|
And they will talk, the numbers don't lie
|
They want it, they see it like that
|
Speak, I know that this is the only explanation for your rudeness
|
Because it is worth giving people beauty, not feeding them with mush! |