Текст песни Kovun - Мы что хотим и то творим

I come to your home, again with a broken head
You do not shout my mother greatly, because I'm not dead, I'm alive
You ask where I was again, you do not understand me mam
Once again, the day is coming back and I'm going to walk again
In the car, the music sounds, par 35 bitching You
To friends to meet zaskachu, on highway 160 fly

And in my head Pizdatyi band, singing with me my best frend
And the beat shake our heads, love otstoy, punk rock with you
Forget about who you are, you're still young
And tomorrow we capture the world that we want and what we create

All friends rushing home, well, I've been buhoy
Sweet sleep in my car a month clear me
My head hurts, my mouth if I cats Nassau
And cleaner that wants, waving my hands then Th
How important it is to be yourself when you suffer nonsense
Nassau in the opinion of others, do not be like everyone else, whether elected