Текст песни Трофим - Поколение пепсиколы

Inheriting the myth of the nation,
Otymevshey half the world en masse,
We ventured into the castration,
To join the harem of Europe.
And now we all quietly.
Shake our biomass
Does not matter that the dead twist
Pornoliriku Tinto Brass.

Razdobrevshie, razomlevshie,
Razgovevshiesya freedom
We are, as if to thrill run down,
Indifferent from year to year.
Our thoughts in the format "e-mine"
Our hut is usually on the edge.
And crows circling above us
Starved flock.

Chorus:
"Pe" -pokolenie, "psi" -pokolenie "to" -pokolenie ... "Pepsi-Cola" ...
"Pe" -pokolenie, "psi" - a generation "to" - generation ...
"Pe" - generation, "psi" - a generation "to" - generation ... "Pepsi-Cola" ...
"Pe" - generation, "psi" - a generation "to" - generation ...

How can we intelligently "otyuzali"
What we are now crazy about themselves
The boutique-musical collective farm,
Under denim heaven.
Our principles inject syringes
Children thrown in a landfill.
Somewhere Nice sweating over the pizza.
We are still a bit of a pity.

Oh, how quickly we settled
Combining our conscience with the benefit
Feeding from the porch of life,
For which we are not ashamed ...
Marodёrstvuya in their own country
We have nothing to fear.
Observers in the war,
Where are killing our ...

Chorus:
"Pe" - generation, "psi" - a generation "to" - generation ... "Pepsi-Cola" ...
"Pe" - generation, "psi" - a generation "to" - generation ...
"Pe" - generation, "psi" - a generation "to" - generation ... "Pepsi-Cola" ...
"Pe" - generation, "psi" - a generation "to" - generation ...

We did not make the revolution
And now it is unlikely we can.
Too dear to us construction
Because Bushev chicken legs.

And for us are grown
Virtual kids 'neta'.
We are no longer the past.
And Russia seems to have no ...