Until someone whisper there somewhere disit,
Here is bosota us behind the scenes
Pret. This is so, and the five of us
In Siberia somewhere, somewhere near St. Petersburg.
In five, with friends of your long-standing:
Andrew, Jura, Vlad, Anton and Misha.
Let the young writing and fighting spirit reigns,
Just let these knights each other eyes scratched.
Then who will replace us all,
Just make sure the boys for his drunken Rams.
I myself shred it before drunk.
Filtered. Now attention.
My mania as the pirates were in the Caribbean,
To conquer the world, as it conquered Bach.
God knows, in the halls will not be empty.
Are not you tired? This caste, feeling!
[Chorus - 4 times]
Around noise. Let it be so.
Neither kipesh. All nishtyak.
[Hamil]
Some types of shake their heads in rhythm.
With this view, they say they found themselves there,
In our songs. And a new meaning to the old place
Already found. He really is there.
Caste sounds in the house with her, in beauty,
What admires his underwear with cream on her face.
Before the mirror hamming dancing.
Just super. Will not see at the club.
Yes, in the clubs, there is little noticeable
Because of pathos and passion everything upside down.
But when you tomorrow ochnёshsya in confusion -
We will return to the start of your mind.
[Chorus]
[Shym]
You look at the main channels of all these series,
Who were filming for the mentally retarded.
Do you read magazines, where relish
Photos drunken movie stars and other such ***.
I enjoy stories about everything very, very?
Do you love to climb on the links from spam?
And this nonsense povybirat trash
It is one that touts advertising?
[Vladi]
Well, but in peacetime live.
Friends at large, people at work, youth
Discotheques. I really like a half years
Have not seen that somewhere on the streets to decide something in fights.
Lazy people roam the malls,
For the ruble with something techniques take at interest.
It would have gone, but not swollen brain to fat.
This hard - hold on, want peace.
