Текст песни Bobs Don't Bite - Кресты

You convinced me that beer is evil,
You assured me that the meat is harmful.
I did not listen to you, but respected anyway,
After all, in our time your ideas are rare.

Chorus:
Your crosses on the hands allocated you
Among the crowds in informal parties,
There was light in your eyes,
And now they are wet in beer and vodka.

What happened, I did not understand
Where did the "Streetjersky Visig" fit ...
You drink Coca-Coke again,
They are smeared on your hands your crosses.