Good old Connecticut
Where they love and wait for you
Where are always on Connect you are here
With those who wait for anything
You are cool here, despite your poverty
The style hit the eyes, you faded the dream
It's like a water to rob a bank with a water kalash
It’s how fierce prank flew from fate
Heat, mainland, you are used to it, you are empty
Depression whispers - kill yourself and dick with him
Farting speaker on the old car
Tired of repeating how unbearable
Sailed back, frost minus twenty
Buhoy border guard, don't dare to snap
Posters with stars, gingerbread cookies with rods
Songs with gypsies, collective farm cattle
Old, good Connecticut
Where they love you and still wait
There they will smile at least false
Balled, cute - but they will not kill
Old, good Connecticut
Where they love you and still wait
There they will smile at least false
Balled, cute - but they will not kill
Here is a strange fanter, mammoths did not die out
Ponte is cheaper than the rich themselves
Vulgar rules, striped flag
And the States, and States, and States, and States
And what kind of type you are not bots here.
The gate opened at any time
From gold of the other world
Where everything is inside out, but scary beautiful
Fanatic of paper happiness
Burning as a hat at the thief
West to the west, heady freedom
Run away from the new premiere
Such masterpieces, such a manner
Here every bitch would sang for money
There is no maybe there is no one to do with
Here every kaka has long taken root
There is no maybe there is no one to do with
Here every kaka has long taken root
Old, good Connecticut
Where they love you and still wait
There they will smile at least false
Balled, cute - but they will not kill
Old, good Connecticut
Where they love you and still wait
There they will smile at least false
Balled, cute - but they will not kill
