Текст песни Овсянкин - Дух русской эмо-школы

Six billion of yourself, isn't that too much
If measured in drops of blood running along the skin?
Skins, rappers, gopniks, you all touched emo
They tore out the piercer, doused our trophy!

But we did not give up, we have the spirit of the Russian emo school!
Studded belt, wristband - these are my regalia
Pack of red LD, vodka with powder juice
And on the list of you a jacuzzi dived under Origami.

After the wild waste, I think to give up everything,
I chose an unsuccessful way, we must remember: autumn is poison!
"Emo rules, you all sucks!" - it is worth repeating like a mantra,
And the killer will suddenly cry and the stigmata will appear.

I counted miles to paradise and made it to Manezhka,
My slip-ons on my feet, they don't whip for Yamamoto,
Thinness is imperfect, even though I'm already undead,
And I will tell you with love: what to do, emo is fashion!