Was This The Time

I see too many tears , I'm tired of the pain
Tired of looking for a way to drugs and alcohol
Mom , I'm sorry , I promised to tie
But this world is forced to drink again and again
Worn on me "force " and not a cent in his pocket
My nerves are on edge, and every day in a fog
But I climb up to the big money and success
What would you buy a new life and a new " behu "
I do not need your advice, I do not care at all
If there is a hell , then I crossed it a long time
In this country, you are an empty place without a bubble and cronyism
There is not enough talent to live richly
My partner for the fifth year in prison, he has a young son
And he just does everything to the son did not grow up hungry and barefoot
Tell me , what is the principle fate assigns roles ?
I see too many tears , I'm tired of the pain

Chorus:
In those places where I grew up
I shed so many tears
I have one question
Why so many tears ?

I see too many tears , I'm tired of the pain
Though I do not cry , but in my heart a lot of tears shed
All in all seriousness , and I will go to the end
And if you have to die , I 'll die like a kid
Let envious let rumors , I do not care
Attempts to drain me in vain , I have not given away
I am a player , and how much is allocated to me , only God knows
And only God can I be surprised
I brought up the street, to hell with the laws
All words from the well-fed rye from the screen I do not know
Millions of people like me , and we want our piece
We will not keep any of the lattice , or on the neck lasso
You do not take away my right to be happy , you went
Tomorrow will be the sun , when suddenly rainy today
This is life , there is need to fight to stay on the throne
I see too many tears , I'm tired of the pain

Chorus .

I see too many tears , I'm tired of the pain
But I am of those who are spoiling for a fight , and not balabolov
Although around full of questionable friends
Rats and snitches ready for the mower to sell me
Every night outside the window I hear the sirens
Fearing for the kind of world will have to live my sister
Tell me , is it something about what we dreamed
Live and die all in this crappy quarter ?
I have two roads: one forward , the other - on the table
And permanent choice - a microphone or a gun
But I swear that I will overcome in that no matter what
And take a look not at all times on the cover of the magazine
I want a house by the sea and a couple of million on account
In exchange for the constant risk of poverty and
And I 'll start first , the Lord
I see too many tears , I'm tired of the pain

Chorus .