Текст песни Магнитные буги - Венец творения

I go , I stooped , the winter that summer .
From such changes are increasingly migraine .
For life, for such I adapted ,
Only jacket rubbed , but still less doubt .

I - the crown of creation .

Work at the post office is not so easy ,
Bag rubs against the thin knees .
Paper shove in the holes myself.
Let the growth did not come out yet .

I - the crown of creation .