Lyric

Soon we’ll be dead

Mother said, Happiness will never come to us from now on

When you wished upon a star

Everything was impulsive

But I was not so pathetic

And I’m passive

It was bad for your mental health, wasn’t it?

Symphony for Fredo, dada‘

I know it was you’ hell here

La la (Hell here)

Hello there, I mean that is Libtard

Oh, Leotard

We should have been fucked up as always, dude

The hotel we slept

Blue match was there

Past will be going mad ah slowly

But I’ve forgotten almost all

Dogs crossbreed around MacDonalds’ la la

Polunin got Putin tatoo on his chest

Remember those days

We were two of a kind

I will never get bored with your company

`THIS IS SAGA‘

Don’t follow the wind

This is battlefield, I’m an upper middle- class hero

Saving the private beach

Is this sentimentalism, Balboa?

I am perfectly knocked out

But I am not beaten

You’re super flat

Retrospective of riots

Chill out, rats

Connection to slaughterhouse

Working is just a game

I could hardly understand their rules

Life sucks all the time

I think you think too much about your future

CALCULATOR!