| Grace will not come down to people
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| Suffer or give a damn, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| Suffer or I don't give a damn
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| Myths that people are the kings of nature
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| Invented from inferiority complexes and fashion
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| We get everywhere we want
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| We are not looking for simple ways, we go, we run, we fly
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| And we plunge into suspended animation
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| For centuries without any harm to themselves
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| And you have no idea, theorists, practitioners
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| Play better tic-tac-toe, collect candy wrappers
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| You are looking for something that a long time ago
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| Found, patented and working
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| Namely, the structure of society and the meaning of existence
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| But here you are far, far from the truth of knowledge
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| Close to the sun
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| Do you dream of flying
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| We can only laugh
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| One cannot expect a single goal from different species
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| Classes, types, loonies
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| All living beings
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| There are legends about our sense organs on earth
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| Here are the best agents, philosophers, intellectuals
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| The idea of superiority gnaws at mankind
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| Many do not know, their trump card still does not help
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| I saw their talent, their pride and fear |
| Will is the cure for wrinkles on the skin
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| Carefully! |
| I direct my gaze
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| Through the soul and flesh of everyone, through hundreds of barriers
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| Highlighting the essence of the important
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| Even an arrogant mask will show me paper heroism
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| Choose for yourself, or the truth through infant lips
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| Or wisdom behind gray heads
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| Standard painting in a window frame
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| The world with blind eyes
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| Around debauchery, apparatus, power, dirt
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| Takes sadness, gnaws
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| Why shed blood?
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| The pasture was a shooting range, it became a cemetery
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| Made a laughing stock. |
| Song about the mold of bald heads
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| A story about conscience. |
| A play with a question about the code of honor
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| Truth is not in vogue, offended and seeing nothing
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| Looks like we're going to die.
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| We find - we do not store
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| We lose - we blame ourselves
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| crying
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| Even the executioners wet their handkerchiefs
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| They can't do otherwise
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| Fear of temptation
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| After horror
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| That's so stupid
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| The measure of the world is lost
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| Idols forgot faith in taverns
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| Crash, from the screens we are robbed live
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| Be cultured, spit in the urns
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| How are the roots
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| Less mob
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| Fools, with such a level you will not reap laurels
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| Fortune will soon smile at Saturn, people are unlikely |
| Suffer or give a damn, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| Suffer or give a damn, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| Suffer or give a damn, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| To all star officers, department heads
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| We have an emergency, losses, reconnaissance patrol fired
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| All in meeting mode, attention
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| Stop program, battle group wait for target indication
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| Further.
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| The essence of the incident is the loss of a scout on a mission
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| Direct hit
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| To the body
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| The attack of Russian MIGs is the reason
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| And as a result of a fall, and as a result of an accident
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| And as a result, what? |
| Disruption of the operation
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| You understand, sheep, the dregs of a star nation
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| What does the threat of experiment mean
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| Debriefing will be later, let's move on to another moment
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| Hey, you sons of a star bitch! |
| Hello!
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| It's me, science control department. |
| Welcome!
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| The question is simple, it sounds: what the fuck
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| They made a bullet out of shit
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| Hey, engineers, fucking geniuses, where are you?
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| Who called this trash the king of the atmosphere?
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| Delta function, maneuver protection principle
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| But I'll give you, bitch, out of principle, I'll give in the ribs |
| It's simple, our A was answered by B
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| Hungry Russian designer in a scruffy design bureau
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| Increased the order of the tracking system of the radar
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| By increasing the range of capture plus the power of impact
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| M01-9M1 his name
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| M01-9M1 in squadrons
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| Already on the wings, tested, ready to fight
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| Now we will be friends in the sky on equal terms with shooting
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| Here you are, cosipores, circles on the field
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| Finished, damn it, they didn’t want salt in the ass
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| They're tearing assholes for cereals
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| Order to pilots to reduce flights
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| Be ready to attack
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| So, department of earthly religions, create an idol for them
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| Such that they sit still, they want peace
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| Give faith, give money, give bread, harvest
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| And then, you see, they will put experiments on us
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| It's about those times.
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| When our appearance was only on canvases
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| All that was once reflected in the eyes
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| Dreamed in their dreams, now turned to dust
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| Leave it to earthly creatures? |
| Harlem?
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| Give the couple a barrel as a gift
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| Even the oldest
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| Forgot about the car
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| Give them a flame
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| beyond dreams
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| I heard the smell, they burned themselves
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| It's strange, in different countries the same drama
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| They boil poison in a thousand kilos |
| Thousands of years of ideals, rituals
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| A truce is only under the covers
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| Where are you!
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| Okay, late, who knew, he knew for sure
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| Who does not love the light, he lives at night
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| Grace will not come down to people
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| Suffer or give a damn, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| To suffer or not to care, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| Suffer or give a damn, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| To suffer or not to care, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| To suffer or not to care, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| To suffer or not to care, it became clearer to me
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| That grace will hardly come down to people
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| Suffer or I don't give a damn
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| Blange is here. |
| Mook, Small
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| Caste. |
| Khamil.
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| On this track.
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| Shym, Vladi.
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| Turn it off. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Людям Вряд Ли, artist - Каста. Album song Громче воды, выше травы, in the genre Русский рэп