Текст песни ЧЕРС - Ванильный панк-рок

The spirit of punk rock faded long ago
Your asociality is sold
A friendly connection with the wardrobe,
And man is trampled into the mud.

Groups strive to sharpen their eyes,
On topical topics to hit the jackpot.
Who am I to sing about
But when the boil is impossible to endure.

Paranoia for your appearance
Will make you forget about everything important.
One show off everywhere
Fucked finally young people.

Arranged Hollywood from basement gigs
You vegetate in rooms instead of courtyards
The beginning of ideas buries the threshold
Fuck your vanilla punk rock.