Текст песни boginya - слишком богична.

Hey, you bunks, want to get into my party?
Mister schmister where is your chic
I don't see hikk in glasses

There's a solid disco next to me
Even though it's not San Francisco
Style fashion style and fashion
Not yours, not from the garden

I am healthy
this is not a shit
I hear a shiver
I take out a knife
Do not touch the emergency
You can't stand
You are waiting for a song
Oh my God

Make it simple
If you are a clear fuck
From the dashing nineties
Not a sad teen
Goddess will hang out with you

Too godly
For you guys
Everything is logical here
I am a goddess and not you

Too familiar
Overestimate
I'm an unusual person
I'm a brat mother

My husband Kim Jong-un
My dad Kurt Cobain
My bro Curtis Ian
My god grandfather Lenin

And surrealism is gone
But godliness is always in me
Thank you, brother Yegorka Letov,
For the passion for Juche ideas