[Intro played from behind]
There were so many warm words in us
[Chorus / Cuty]
What has it come to, to what?
We have traveled dear rags
What has it come to, to what?
We are not surprised because nothing surprises us anymore
[Verse 1]
There was compassion in us for those who had nothing
Now fight shoe shoes for the bearers of the receipt
Profit for the thieves and ZUS for the poor
You have comedies like Lynx, Robin Hood will not come back
We had so many plans, they got stuck like stools
In love in thе moment in front of the TV
Our etеrnal optimism borders on caring
You will sooner die than you will settle the lotto for these plans
As you can see, anger feeds the greedy world
You don't look, cowboy, or too pithy slang
We had so much will to live
Today they are ordering us to steal to increase our capital
How can you borrow, we used to have moderation
It wasn't blinks, profits, and pride that mattered
I don't go to clubs and nothing will change that
Today, music is a mess, not a breakthrough like it used to be
There was so much humor and glamor in us
Now life gives us more reasons to scream
You already know the reality, don't tell me - grow up
For now, a strange fucking cry of helplessness
There were so many warm words in us
[Chorus / Cuty]
What has it come to, to what?
We have traveled dear rags
What has it come to, to what?
We are not surprised because nothing surprises us anymore
[Verse 1]
There was compassion in us for those who had nothing
Now fight shoe shoes for the bearers of the receipt
Profit for the thieves and ZUS for the poor
You have comedies like Lynx, Robin Hood will not come back
We had so many plans, they got stuck like stools
In love in thе moment in front of the TV
Our etеrnal optimism borders on caring
You will sooner die than you will settle the lotto for these plans
As you can see, anger feeds the greedy world
You don't look, cowboy, or too pithy slang
We had so much will to live
Today they are ordering us to steal to increase our capital
How can you borrow, we used to have moderation
It wasn't blinks, profits, and pride that mattered
I don't go to clubs and nothing will change that
Today, music is a mess, not a breakthrough like it used to be
There was so much humor and glamor in us
Now life gives us more reasons to scream
You already know the reality, don't tell me - grow up
For now, a strange fucking cry of helplessness
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