КРОНА, Паразит - We Are Not Give Up - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I can't understand how much longer you can keep driving so crookedly?

It used to be the hammer and sickle, now it's the double-headed eagle in rap.

You won't lose anything if you think,

Think about the future, not about who to screw.

They say everything around you will perish in flames if the owner of the money,

If the owner of the money is a schizophrenic.

There's some truth in your words. But what about the show-off?

Even if you have the lion's share, you'll still be lumped together.

Stop the machine of this unstoppable process.

We'll have to avoid the incest of investor corruption.

And we're definitely not for sale.

Fast food people eventually become unnecessary to the system.

We're like chess for a player.

We're breathing again, but someone has altered our DNA.

I have a role. I'm a monster from the provinces.

Through ventilation to the State Duma, like a ghost. The so-called millennial generation.

With a sardonic grin, we'll put an end to your TV series.

A dirty, cool twilight creeps into the room.

But no one will notice, because there are only robots around.

We are not giving up!

We are not giving up!

We are not giving up!

Even if you make a lot of money from it.

This regime cannot be defeated, alas, for it is rotten to the core.

And the only outcome of the struggle here is one – the silence of the graves.

Moscow, Surgut, Nizhny Tagil, or the Kuril Islands.

Wherever you live, the belt is tighter. There's no strength left.

And I don't understand whose hand is at the helm, or how.

And if you rob, only do it in a way that will guarantee you don't go to jail.

But those who've tried it once, like drug addicts, search for treasure.

You can't curb your appetite or bring it back. Well, you stand in line for sausage.

Half your life barefoot. They'll deceive you, like Kolobok with a fox.

So much for showing off, being the first one into this store,

If there's a "Closed" sign on the window. Sit down.

Wait, be quiet. There are bricks all around you.

That's the wall between you and them. Don't shout.

You're a powerless, silent cog in the machine of lies, and a liar.

And if it breaks down, they'll replace it with a defective one.

Temptations rain down on unprepared heads.

Neural connections will be attacked.

And some see this as a chain of circumstances.

A news hook for the masses, scented with decadence. It ripens like an abscess on the skin.

It will disturb you a little, but no more and no less.

They'll go wild in their rented apartments. It's absurd, like defecating at a monument. Silence is foolish. A dubious future hangs over our shoulders.

And the point of no return looms on the horizon.

And who would have thought, in the not-so-distant past,

That everything achieved would be so vulgarized that it would become nauseating.

The weakness of those who uphold moral values ​​is so precarious.

The calling card of a generation with a forced smirk. They deliberately distort everything and serve it up on a platter.

These are not people. We will not forget them.