Текст песни Голос Америки - Я хочу обратно в 90-е

Where are my 17 years?
Where is my guitar?
I have found the answer,
Though still not old!
Eats in wardrobe
Mole my coat ...
And let me tell you - in fact,
All is not the same!

Chorus:

Pobleval have no joy,
Beer - trash, and vodka - nasty!
Music - shit!
And the women are thick!

Where is the "glass"?
Where brass knuckles?
With Chuck Norris cassette?
I want to go back in the nineties!

I remember - I fucked babischa
Cancer on the balcony.
Just slow down, my friends ...
Slightly faster than the horses ...
"Nevermind the bollocks!" -
From mafona quacked punk ...
Where are my chums dashing,
Move down the cap ?!

No area in the district!
Neto "Disc - channel"!
Neto "Lotto - Million" -
It is a pity, though, and Jam!
Throughout gloss, glamor yes -
No spiritual food ...
I say, as to the spirit -
Previously, it was pizzhe !!!