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Просто деньги translation of lyrics

Also known as Ты думал это любовь, а это просто деньги lyrics.

English translation of Просто деньги by CENTR
Don't think about them, don't talk about them,
They just need to be erased, they just need to be killed,
Kill your memory, burn the ... out of your heart,
There they have nothing to do, like in bed with a friend's fiancee.
They're all there, and you're already on Tv,
You want Taha from the salon, and th on, bird, catch,
You want friends, you can even buy assholes for hundreds,
But you're going to have to forget all these starving people.
You can sell your equipment and collect thousands in the hall,
Such examples are not enough - they tell me uncles with money,
Forget your childhood stories and don't write about kneading,
Add more would banter, pop songs add in their texts.
But I won't try to erase old secrets,
I was not born a Judas to carry this stone in my soul,
I don't sell people I call friends,
And how then I will look into the eyes of my mother.
I know everyone here, there are about a dozen left,
Not thousands of fans or millions around the world,
I will be true to the types that smiling soul,
They thump, envying, in their communal apartments.
Well, why are you silent? Try to tell me the price,
Which will make me choke and get me on stage,
I'll read everything you want and forget everyone I know,
That's all you need, isn't it?
I will lie to those who broke their fists for me,
I will turn away from those who would always help me,
You found a price in friendship that you will have to forget now,
But friendship has no price, because it is not for sale.
You sold out once. How did you rate yourself?
How many zeros did you get into to make you forget everything like I did?
There are plenty of people like you, I don't dream of being the same,
Those who made mistakes twice can make mistakes three times.
Understand, not everything is for sale and we are falling below,
When the same as you sell those who are closer to us,
What am I talking to you about? You don't understand me.
If I need the money, I can always borrow it.
 
You thought it was friendship, but it's just money,
You thought it was a street, but it's just money,
You thought it was love, but it's just money,
And time will show you the price of all this.
 
You thought it was friendship, but it's just money,
You thought it was a street, but it's just money,
You thought it was love, but it's just money,
You thought it was money, no, it's A legend about Centr.
 
I remember how strange it was then,
A year and a half ago, when we came to Cao.
As with a sinking ship, rats who where,
Those who were with them in the texts to the end ran.
They seem to have their own game and cockroaches in the head,
And we were destined to become a cat in a bag,
Read in the eyes of self-appointed MS of Russia,
Question at the sight of us: "Who are they,..., such?"
And we didn't mind seeing the confusion there,
Where the truth lies, like a Ghost, after all, was really glad we,
I remember the bird called out to the white Sensation party,
(?) Vip, silicone, glamorous design.
Stars, blue and blue stars,
One of them asked me why am I so serious,
And I, they say, these servants of art on the move devils,
You thought there was art here, no, it's just money.
I didn't manage to stay Vadik from the district,
And can this rap for someone quite not the,
But my nose didn't move higher,
After hundreds of marked cities.
So that these quatrains can be heard,
I get in the car and go to the basement, which is covered with carpet
Ahimas called, says made bits,
By the way, I write sober, not dead.
Bird with Nike, he want to know what Biboy,
They give me new verses, I try to understand,
This on the Legend Pro Centr (Aha)
And this is a Boring new verse for fit with someone.
"write here." - damn, tomorrow.,
Well, I will write, Yes, when I return from Volgograd,
I need this to get high
And while what is written there pleases someone.
How much money do I need (how much?) to tie,
Well, it's hard to say maybe five million,
You can take it and roll off to spend the winter on the ocean shore,
Rum, lime, mineral water, ice and mint.
Open a couple of restaurants, well, or rent a scooter,
Or open an office with excursions,
But if in fact,
It's easier to kill us than to convince us to hang out at the Studio at night.
 
You thought it was friendship, but it's just money,
You thought it was a street, but it's just money,
You thought it was love, but it's just money,
And time will show you the price of all this.
 
You thought it was friendship, but it's just money,
You thought it was a street, but it's just money,
You thought it was love, but it's just money,
You thought it was money, no, it's A legend about Centr.

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