Simon Phoeniks - Подростки
текст песни

1 verse:
This book exists in orally
Everyone is no longer visible on the horizon.
Try, get yourself a new account
You have a couple of seconds for this ...
At first it will like, sympathy is growing ...
Love. Love. And again a broken heart.
Alcohol, cigarettes. Loss in yourself ...
And from this outcome, sometimes nowhere to go!
This eternal chain kills a person.
We are teenagers - the 21st century.
It can be difficult to let go, I imposed thoughts.
You do not like anyone. But then, again, all over again.
The arrows on the clock are in a hurry somewhere,
No need to rush, they will decide everything for you
A dumb doll with beautiful eyes,
All rains are washed, with bitter tears.

Chorus:
We ourselves understand, we must change
It’s hard for us to tear us from a past life
And again in the morning so quiet in the apartment
Forgotten ... forgot ... and the thoughts are wider
Trying to break into these broadcasts
But no, they decided everything for us,
And the heart in the chest did not seem to have cooled down
It seems to us that it was already ...

2 verse:
Yes, now we are children. We will soon become adults!
All someday we will leave these sites.
We stop walking around a strange house barefoot,
We will value friends, not megabytes!
We will never think about contact.
But someday you will find that piece of paper
It was written where your username and password.
You will go there and again enter the role.
Before you, familiar faces.
With whom you did not have time to say goodbye.
Correspondence with a friend who was dear.
But once, he was really dear.
All those messages, millions on the repeat ...
It is not clear to the end, I am ready to argue, but
Is there something wrong. My Life is Mine
Its status carries too many secrets,
Luck luck luck for luck
The strip is white, black dashes task
In the morning I woke up from the sound of the rain
And I saw my dream, but not everything was in vain
I don’t know - I remember so in my life sharply ...
In contact online, and in heart status
You come home, cold hands again,
But in a dream you will hear familiar sounds.

3 verse:
We envy children who have a personal driver,
A private house on the lawn, expensive clothes.
We are the slaves of the Internet, Coca-Cola, and nicotine.
We admire life, filling everything with vodka.
We laugh at death, buy pills in a pharmacy.
Weak in the shower, but so cool on the outside.
We are thumping for holidays, and wears in the toilet,
We drink screwdrivers, cocktails, power plants.
We are at fifteen - we are going with a lecture on the world about sex,
We listen to Dub STEP because it is fashionable
We love loneliness, and cling to the mobile.
We are definitely not an example, but we know our price.
We believe in friendship forever, but we build barriers.
Almost everyone now has an iPhone
We are afraid to open, climb into your pockets for the word,
We do not believe in love, and we do not sit at home,
Independence, we are very dependent on it,
We lie down tears, and we look at the west with hope.
We hate the government, but we celebrate the City Day
We live today and make plans for tomorrow.
We love smart phrases, we can’t figure it out.
To shock everyone, two fingers are ready in a socket.
We want to make plastic, as usual, we will postpone.
We do not trust people, and we cry forever in the vest.
We dream about sweet life in 15
We are girls in love with anorexic boys.
Our forces are false, like everyone else in this world,
We want someone to hear us.
Do not give a damn about clothes, and we dress fashionably.
Because it’s beautiful, but everyone loves London.
We are stupid and naive, reasoning everything is simple.
Like everyone, I am a teenager of this century.