Текст песни Grey Punks - Быдло

And I cattle and want to be
So that under the songs of thoughts dance drive
With boys at the entrance to the water
And all sorts of informals beat the legs.

Sports tries, lacquered shoes
Kojanka, cap, like me styled in kind
In the hands of an eggplant cheap beer
By pockets Samka and pressed mobile
I'm walking down the street, you throw
Loha Having searched from the crowd
After him I rush
Around the corner of the currency and remove.

I am a real kid, and not some kind of cormorant
Price of Your Life - Glass Seeds
There is no cooler of seeds in the world of frustration
For me and for my whole fool
Silent my labor weekdays
We do not sit with a fraternity as a drummer
We buech all evening, sacrifices looking for at night
We work legs and fists.