Текст песни Сны О Личном - Панк Рок

We will all die, we will all die
And this is no one's fault
But as long as we all live here
We are all sick in our own way

And you are sick and I am sick
She is sick, and he is sick
We are all sick and here are friends
We are many, we are from all sides

And someone listens to punk rock
And some are blues, and some are jazz
Who is nicer than pop and pop
But this is definitely not about us!

We are all sick and most of all
We cannot be changed
And we don't care, we don't care about those
Who is trying to heal us

We'll infect this whole world
We've got nothing left to lose
We will leave our apartments
We have nothing more to wish for

We are all sick with freedom
An electric shock burns inside us
And these feelings we need
When we play punk rock!