Текст песни Self-Made - Восемнадцать

Tomorrow is like an ordinary day,
Sunday, but fine
From what has been
Eighteen years in a row.
It is necessary to look decent -
Suddenly congratulate me personally?
And the regiment soldiers arrive,
Because everyone says:

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Tomorrow I will be eighteen,
You can drink, smoke, fuck.
Need to say goodbye to childhood,
And the life of an adult to lead!
I will now work
From Monday to Saturday;
And go back to work drunk -
You then forgive me!

And I will open the door
All sorts of different institutions,
Despite the fact that I
And so went there.
And forget the loss
In the eternal bustle of hysteria
I'll be coming home
Since I work without power.
But!

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Unless something has changed?
Head almost shaved.
Here is the entire list of changes
For the coming day.
I'll live a bit more strict ...
That does not seem to be true?
Oh well, to dream
This is me not laziness!

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