Текст песни Goba - дэмо

yes I am 12 but I see this world from the inside
and I do not care about your opinions do not clog up the air and I can not see those people for whom my grandfather told me
and I spit on those who throw garbage in black bread

the whole world is burning money each has its own problem
someone did not grow up, someone mature tomatoes of Chipolino
all important here, as in the case of President
everyone is looking for gold Argentum gas well, to hell if

fastfood filled the entire Russian home our
all of them unnecessary fatty Mama semolina porridge
before Sasha Sasha is now drying in the wood
with a cigarette in his mouth in dark glasses hiding his eyes

people try to rise above the stars
they do not notice those who shed tears
for us for the motherland and May for children
TV set, turns the ears of the news flow