Текст песни своими словами - POP's

TTC, TTC, fixated bits
Reeling floor,
Bottles are broken.
Klats, klats, thieves chords
Under the sounds of chanson
Donoso moans.
And the dolls sing without opening their mouths,
Plywood from left, plywood with law.
I'm so sick of hearing that Moore,
Mute, so look on the chest

We are at war, pop, my generation starts the game

Of Bam Bam to the wave of rock 'n' roll
Downhole riff and powerful solos.
Wow, wow, cool girls
Skin covered with gorgeous ass.
A doll in a corner on the open mouths,
As it happens, they did not know.
Want to catch a wave,
Make louder start the game.

We are at war, pop, my generation starts the game