Текст песни iMba - Как я живу

If anyone is wondering how I live
Here is my story as I come true
I wake up at about twelve o'clock
Until some fact makes me

I go to the kitchen and drink tea
I hate when Mouzon shakes in the morning
Then I move with a half mug to the computer
These are not toys, I practically live here

I close the windows with heavy curtains
So that the light from them does not fall into the monitor
Raise the rug, name the mouse
I read the inscription "Hello, baby" on the tunic

I sit comfortably on a chair made of upholstery
I enter into memory the attendance passwords ciphers
Turn on mIRC
And again this world beckons me

Instead of our feelings, we put a smiley
And just try to say that we are still small
Of all the roads of life, the mid is more attractive to me
And just try to say that I'm still small

If you are angry, we say hello to mom
And just try to say that I'm still small
And in winter we wear sneakers and not felt boots
And just try to say that I'm still small

Why do they stack? No, do not stack
They craft, interbreed, collide
But do not stack, understand, you are these things
Am I making it clear? Yes Yes [-]

Why is that road that leads to mid
It beckons me to myself and to me
And why am I so anxious to get through
Together with the creeps along it, along the same path

Fuck boy, I don't know this paranoia
I have the same trouble, but I don't whine
I just get up at three in the morning every day
I sit down at the computer and the heat begins

Instead of our feelings, we put a smiley
And just try to say that we are still small
Of all the roads of life, the mid is more attractive to me
And just try to say that I'm still small

If you are angry, we say hello to mom
And just try to say that we are still small
And in winter we wear sneakers and not boots
And just try to say that we are still small