Текст песни Иван Говнов - Неспаленные Будни

People climb into unburned everyday life so much
With a match, abuse and longing.
Damn son! Wrong boy
I decided to take a walk on my first binge!
Suppressed time, a seed thrown ...
Everything will go to an obedient fate!
And what has been passed by the bad tribe
That will perfectly and correctly arrange them in the coffin!
All the glow, all the views have been vulgarized by eternity.
And what is left to appreciate along the way?
If you do not rush into the abyss, you will not tear off a limb,
Even though this is the fruit of an invented lie!