Текст песни Рома Набожняк - Винтик

Trynkayu his days the wind
The carelessness I find my freedom
Movement use one
From job to job, from job to job
Around me, such as I
We are treading a land and breathe the air one
We're fighting for the identity I
As a result, as a result of the same to each other brains soar

I am a small cog
And that pleased
I am a quadriplegic
I have no pain
I'll decide
And so I think
I'm happy with everything
I do not have the will

I have scheduled the whole life
At twenty-five I married a year later the kids are
I'm terribly close materialism
I desperately needed money for the coffin to cover
I spit directly into the soul all in a row
I want to spit all saliva is sufficient in the glands
Another pray and believe that hell is not
The Lord will send for me shed crocodile tears

After going over the head, and so be
Despicable Me you just do not stop
And if you do not like to be friends with this shit
Find yourself like shit
Find yourself like shit