Счётчик Мыслей - Умирающее поколение
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Take my death on a mobile phone,
We went to all friends MMS.
Pour it on the "yutub",
The worst, the more interesting.
The more people recognize
About how I coughed with blood -
All the better you will be glorified
And you will become, perhaps, a national hero.
Look more porn
Pour Yaga into your throat.
Never read smart books, remember:
Books - nonsense and dumb shnyaga.
Better "gum clocks" -
Fucking all over Europe.
How stylish, fashionable and creative
We were taught to joke about the ass.

The dying generation
With a cigarette in the teeth instead of a nipple,
With a promo-syllable instead of an opinion,
With a memory card instead of the brain.
Suppressing all living and important
Suppressing the manifestations of the will,
Your childhood is buried alive
Under the wheels on the dance floor.

One, two, three, we have grown up!
We are ready to fight!
We do not think a damn thing
But we love to discuss so much.
We are used to telling everything
Fun and overwhelm.
Old people let them go further -
We are others, we don't give a shit.
We will analyze and break
All that the fathers built.
Where people cleaned up
We are all walls.
Long cash loop
We will leave the trace on the ground.
Generation of morons
It got drunk and was published.

The dying generation
With a cigarette in the teeth instead of a nipple,
With a promo-syllable instead of an opinion,
With a memory card instead of the brain.
Suppressing all living and important
Suppressing the manifestations of the will,
Your childhood is buried alive
Under the wheels on the dance floor.

The dying generation
With a cigarette in the teeth instead of a nipple,
With a promo-syllable instead of an opinion,
With a memory card instead of the brain.
Suppressing all living and important
Suppressing the manifestations of the will,
Your childhood is buried alive
Under the wheels on the dance floor.