Текст песни OST Кислород - Композиция 5. Арабский мир
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SHE: And so, in order to somehow answer you, to tell you something that would really hurt you, I will tell the truth. The problem, after all, is not that the poor Arabs are driven into a hopeless situation, and that the Jewish children are not to blame for this. And it’s not that we can put in jail for a handful of grass that grows even in vegetable gardens for five years, but for vodka, from which the whole country has lost its head, and from which men beat women on pregnant stomachs, they will keep you up to the night in jail, and will be released as a hero. But the problem is. The real, your problem is that you cannot love people. What do you tell thirteen year old girls about how good it is to quickly part with virginity, explaining this by the fact that they want to grow up, and they do not even have time to understand what happened. The lie is that in your life you did not communicate with Sanki from Serpukhov, and do not give a damn about how they live there and whom they kill there, but you will be tearfully telling a story that is alien to you life. You will suffer over a problem that, for you, is simple, no. Because, after such performances, you go to Propaganda, and Sanya, about whom you spoke, probably goes in the ass, or to hell. That is the problem. And this is really your problem. And only a creative person can talk about his problem, and I’m unlikely to believe that you do not sleep at night because Moscow bums have nowhere to sleep. Lying! And about the fact that you, sniffing heroin, roamed the market in the United Arab Emirates, a lie. You have never been to this country, and you won’t smell heroin in your life, because all your friends and acquaintances know how rational you are. You can only lie in your room with the lights off, listen to Sting for the thousandth time, fiddle with your hands, your body, and imagine how you are walking in a white Muslim shawl across the Arab world.
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