Текст песни Simon Phoeniks - Подростки

Verse 1:
This book exists orally
Everyone is no longer visible on the horizon.
Try it, get yourself a new account
You have a couple of seconds for this ...
At first you will like it, sympathy grows ...
Love. Love. And again a broken heart.
Alcohol, cigarettes. Loss in yourself ...
And from this outcome, sometimes there is nowhere to go!
This eternal chain kills a person.
We are teenagers - 21st century.
It can be difficult to let go, thoughts imposed.
You don't love anyone. But then, again, all over again.
The hands on the clock are in a hurry,
No need to rush, everything will be decided for you
A dumb doll with pretty eyes
Will wash away all the rains, with bitter tears.

Chorus:
We understand ourselves, we need to change
It's hard for us to tear ourselves away from a past life,
And again in the morning it is so quiet in the apartment
Forgotten ... forgotten ... and thoughts grow wider
We are trying to break into these broadcasts
But no, everything was decided for us,
And the heart in my chest did not seem to cool down
It seems to us that this has already happened ...

Verse 2:
Yes, we are children now. We will be adults soon!
We'll all leave these sites someday.
Let's stop walking barefoot around someone else's house,
Let's value friends, not megabytes!
We will never think about contact again.
But someday you'll find that piece of paper
It was written where, your username and password.
You go there and again enter the role.
Before you, familiar faces.
With which you did not have time to say goodbye.
Correspondence with a friend who was dear.
But once upon a time, he really was dear.
All those messages, millions on repeat ...
It's not clear to the end, I bet, but
Something is wrong. My life is mine
His status carries too many secrets,
Luck for Luck Luck for Luck
Stripe white, black dash task
Woke up in the morning from the sound of rain
And I saw my dream, but not everything was in vain
I don't know - so I remember everything in life sharply ...
Online contact, and heart status
You come home, hands are cold again,
But in a dream you will hear familiar sounds.

Verse 3:
We envy children who have a personal driver
Private house on the lawn, expensive clothes.
We are slaves to the internet, Coca-Cola, and nicotine.
We admire life, pouring everything with vodka.
We laugh at death, we buy pills at the pharmacy.
Weak at heart, but so cool on the outside.
We drink for the holidays and we vomit in the toilet
We drink screwdrivers, cocktails, power downs.
We are fifteen - we travel about sex with a lecture around the world,
We listen to Dub Step because it's trendy
We love loneliness, and we cling to the mobile.
We are definitely not an example, but we know our own worth.
We believe in friendship forever, but we build barriers.
Almost everyone now has an iPhone.
We are afraid to open up, we climb into our pockets for a word,
We don’t believe in love, and we don’t sit at home,
Independence, we are heavily dependent on it,
Shedding tears, and looking to the west with hope.
We hate the government, but celebrate the city day
We live today and make plans for tomorrow.
We love smart phrases, we cannot figure out ourselves.
To shock everyone, two fingers are ready to plug in.
We want to do the plastic, as usual, put it off.
We do not trust people, and we cry to them forever in the vest.
We dream of a sweet life at 15
We are girls in love with anorexic boys.
Our powers are fake like everything in this world
We want someone to hear us.
Don't give a damn about clothes, and dress fashionably.
Because it's beautiful, but everyone loves London.
We are stupid and naive, thinking everything is simple.
Like everyone else, I am a teenager of this century.