Текст песни Autootvetchik - Девочки

Never tell anyone anything
Better to be alone than to be like them
Never give anything to anyone
And don't trust anyone, don't let anyone.

Our girls grow up as happy girls
Each in headphones with briefcases and bangs
Each one keeps in herself what she regrets
Silent, screaming, lying, calling, bored and sick.
Girls over boys dry every day
I just want music, the rest is laziness.
Losing his head, depression begins.
Terrible tantrums, anger and aggression.
Along the streets which were together by the handles
The water that dripped in the rain runs.
And I walk under him, and quietly cry.
My rain removed the tears from my cheeks, masks them, hides them.
He knows the feeling that he himself is always silent about
He himself tested it, and he himself says to me:
"Stop torturing and crying and cutting your heart with a blade
It is high time to understand that happiness was in childhood.