Сны О Личном - Панк Рок
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We will die everything, we will all die
And there is no draw of this
But while we are all here
We are all sick in our own

And you are sick, and I am sick
She is sick, and he is sick
We are all sick and here are friends
There are many of us, we are from all sides

And someone is listening to punk rock
And someone blues, and someone jazz
Who is Miley Pops, and Pop
But this is definitely not about us!

We are all sick and most of all
It is impossible to change us
And we don't care, do not care about those
Who is trying to treat us

We will infect this whole world
We have nothing to lose
We will leave our apartments
We have nothing more to wish

We are all sick with freedom
Inside us, electric shoes burn
And we need these feelings
When we play punk rock!