Singer: Animation

When you do not want to be sad
And die from boredom
When you're in the drum
Creative meal
And the motive simple
Begging to you in hands
Turn on loud amps:
Hold on, bitches!

I love my country, but
I plowed at work forever,
Surprisingly, it's amazing
How easily your life can transform.

I love my country, like,
I'm half his life as a slave in a factory,
And pants worn directly on the skeleton,
And now me, it's not Torquay.

I guess it's true that in the beginning was the word.
But is there a difference when it sense no?
I'm telling you again and again
Just don't do anything bad.

Well you treat me the recipes for human happiness
That would have gone to the edge and in the heat, and in bad weather.
Let's go, come on, come on put on your backpack,
Only demagogy your not develop.

If you do not do anything wrong
Nobody say bad words
Probably will love probably will be respected
And will probably take the tail off.

Hey, take my wet matches,
My cold water,
My bad habit
Sore freedom.
Hey, why did you climb out of,
It is quite convenient
And you and I are similar
And like both free.

Yes, and I was not, in General, never
Not in Greenland, not in America
Well now I "grieve" in hysterics?!
There, I know from the movies, which is also a lie
Even Orcs and Goblins live there,
And we have Zee in the genre of "Fantasy" -
Two glasses will be all set!

I love my country, really!
And who else if not her...
And mobili "E" and road "E"
There is something in her... just her!
You can about the field, but about poplar
It's not tricky, voila!
I could make it only sharpens aphids
Forcing me to start from scratch!