Текст песни Cookies - Эмокор

Fashionable clothes, whiny songs
Long bangs are so interesting
Guitar in stickers and more scream
Unhappy faces and thinner voices.
Crowds of female fans roaring high
Songs without meaning, but with a heap of drive,
It's a pity that someone has already stolen this idea,
It is a pity that she is called emocore.

I'm like a boy too, whiny and timid,
I would sob on stage to the girls' screams
Pushing through tears again and again
Blocked and stupid text about love.
How I live shitty and sad
And my soul is so strange and empty
It's a pity that someone has already stolen this idea,
We will never play emocore.