Текст песни DISMAY - Андеграунд

Our hands are dripping money
We were on the scene sypyat colors
What we do know how to do
We do not need advice creators
On the cover of magazines do not have any
We unfortunately do not live format
The stadium do not ask coach
Not enough global awards

This world consists of illusions
Deceitful feelings of constant struggle
We were on the stage is not necessary preludes
Your place on the other side
If you're somewhere close by,
Look at this fabulous hell
Every third shall give free
Every first of the spirit of your brother

Young rocker eyes smeared with black ink
The guitar playing world star
Without in a dark room the lights go out
Right now, in your ears nassut about unrequited love
Then two kids and cheap prick
But we do not need a dick on a rock-n-roll
To the girl wept with tender words
After all, it does not need brains

This is our underground
It is the heartbeat of our freedom
Get up!
Take up the guitar and do a DIY