Singer: Dominik Joker

What's in the bags? A couple of pants from Dolce Gabbana,
Tiffany, Berbari, Prada, Valentino,
You bag lost or sex shop?
Honey, how much dough you sent,
In vain you drove to the end not finished off.
A couple Saparov and I'm a millionaire
Although he had billions.
Clearly, Karina?

Groans tons of phones from all sides,
In States where the new Armageddon
Does not matter race, skin color, gender,
If all bodily mass to rock the dance floor.
Microphone for a million on one run
In silicon valley it's open season.
Even if your father is the Lord of the rings,
There is a reason to see it from a different angle.

If you're with me I can breathe,
If you're with me, live my soul.
If you're with me the world changes color
And other possible options there.

Real rarely seen on the pages of Newspapers
And for ordinary people in their actions there is no logic
But they lack hearts, they believe it more
Heart does not know how the degree of loyalty benefits to measure.

Not right are those who kindness takes pity
Friends know better not to grief, and full of joy
Worse than fear, only shame, which saw
And often the reason for the betrayal in profit sharing.

And tears of happiness from eyes will fall on the floor
If a son says to me, "I'm PROUD to call YOU MY DAD."

Reality is not binding to a separate floor
Among women not less than men
They love to children not stain able
Real women bow low to the ground.
And mothers, who have forgotten about women's hopes
That the children were fed and were not shy clothing
And to school in the morning to give a couple of hundred
One work on the tubes in a hurry on the second.

To be real, little security with driver
A real person climbing up, not leaving parents.
Not someone who helps people in trouble,
And the one who does not spend the forces, to know about it.

Real - is not someone who hates pop music
And the one who with a friend for a few against the crowd will come
And without fear that alone would kill a herd
And the one who knows both... who will be next.

And if it's just my delirium, I'll live in it, nobody opening secret.

Love always returns, if this is love.