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Hey, what are you doing?
What's a jerk?
And without friends, you're calling your mom, right?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Oh, you want one too?
What are you doing, huh?
You want a bullet in the head too?
Oh, look, another one, another one, wow, what a smart aleck, huh?

Here they don't say "road"
Here they say "road"
Even the snow smells
And they don't believe in God
They quickly tame the obstinate
Those who talk a lot
They solve problems with force
This is basically dogma here

And they measure the world with their hands
I would like to be different
People called me to jump into the pool
And I reached the heights
To shape destinies
Probably drove
But still, I'm a giant
In a land of small fish

They tell you you're a fool
You're ordinary, but heaven has condemned me
And I'm here for cash
To prove something to you again
To show

But they act as if they don't care
Most don't care which side you're on
That's the secret, open your eyes
Only for yourself, you're the most special

Nothing personal, we're the most ordinary
Not outstanding in personality, not outstanding in face
Nothing special, we're the most typical
Not statues Antique, but not static either

We shot at the shop windows, we were mute
And when the nymphs sang, we went wild
Although we don't spare impudence and words
For this cradle
And I know we were just unlucky
This Monday

This is the story of one man who falls from a fifty-story building. As he falls, he constantly reassures himself that while everything is going well, while everything is going well, while everything is going well, the important thing is not the fall, but the landing

Ordinary guys, and not at all smart-looking
But also not the kind whose chronicle is horizontal bars
Not show-offs for the public, but not modest either
Fans of an excessive standard of living
And not yet dead
Of those who are needed here
Even though they are forced to cling to the buoys
Those who carry knives, but do so purely for the soul
Carry only tires from their wheels
Don't believe in stars or genies

In short, the kind whose image you see in In the mirror
With aspirations to wake up and become better than everyone, believe me.
But for now, they lack something to conquer everyone.
But they will try until the rebels within die.
They will try to overcome everything.
To cast aside the whip and exchange copper for gold.
Everything will be fine, once the cold weather passes.
Everything will be fine, but for now.

Nothing personal, we are the most ordinary.
Not remarkable in personality, not remarkable in appearance.
Nothing special, we are the most typical.
Not antique statues, but not static either.

We shot at shop windows, were mute.
And when the nymphs sang, we went wild.
Although we don't spare impudence or words.
For this cradle.
And I know we were just unlucky.
This Monday.

Two zero two five, the infamous.

This is the story of a dying society that, as it falls, incessantly repeats to itself to calm itself.
So far so good, so far so good, so far so good. Fine