Текст песни ГРЕК - Поколение Киберспорта

For three years we raised the statues,
Chasing a platoon randomly.
And dozens have been collected for a long time,
LBZ rushed at a gallop.

We randomly tilt calmly,
We do not change he-pe in vain.
For we have no worthy enemy
We disassemble it like biomass.

chorus:
Perks that have pumped up are important
We go into battle, raising the stat.
On the E-100 and objects hooked,
The rest is counting cotton wool.

We write to the chat through the word yo-mine,
And we usually rush from the edge.
And one crustacean flies in the center
Like a stunned flock.

Key
Generation.
Ber
Generation.
Sport
Generation.
ESports!

But here they cleverly cut us off,
We didn't expect this.
On eighth levels and with skips
Flew into the rear, rolled out.

Extra style died under the tracks
The tank that used to raid.
And while we trembled over the statue
We didn't see growth around.

chorus:
Somehow we quickly relaxed
Have not played in the squad for a long time
And around the new frames melted,
Rolling Ladder Daily

Waiting for the moment to fire
Taking frags from noobs
Only the youth robbed us
And they're already dragging Ladder

Key
Generation.
Ber
Generation.
Sport
Generation.
ESports!

We were abruptly thrown off the pedestal
But we hope we can.
Past ideals are gone
From percent and ve-en-eight.

And now the grown-ups are behind us
Players step on their heels
They are new, they are serious
They will not zadrotat, like us, on the stat

Key
Generation.
Ber
Generation.
Sport
Generation.
ESports!