Текст песни Отаку - про ОТАКУ

You came up in the morning to the mirror - what is it with you?
You have eyes on the floor, Katana behind his back,
It became difficult to understand your parents.
Because in each phrase there is a word "nya!".
In hurry, you fly the bullet you in the tram,
And, sweeping grandmothers, you shout "Gomennaasay!",
Late for half an hour, you apologize in the doorway,
You have drawings strange in notebooks in the fields.
You come in the whirlwind of feathers and flower petals,
Dothemna in the market wander in search of new cartoons,
And a shaggy and kavoyny guy with long secoch
Extermines evil monsters on your computer.
You think this world is actually black and white,
On his cover, only the creator of the paint did not regret
He sits on the clouds, draws life with a pencil,
Well, the angels will drive out in its mastery, then ...