Текст песни Vancho и Хованский Юрий - Дети в Сети

Ponakupali moms and dads children of the camera,
To make the Internet a paradise living hell
To the rooms were closed, while they are at work.
And the camera vomiting up their creativity like vomiting
To swearing like a trooper in his video,
And then swore at those who saw him
And then the mother on the other, and these
Yes, what is, your mother, they are taught in the Internet?
Behold the modern idols of youth
And decide chtoli worse? Let us too!
It does not matter that there is no room and special skills
Is he a genius who in the monitor? Here I am not a genius.
With that NTV would have gone like Yevgeny Kiselyov
But it seems that not so easy to slam the door
For these children, animals, and find me in the thick of the forest
I believe, sopyus with fear, but especially not drinking ...

In moments of longing one is salvation,
When there is no sun on the street and indoor pool
When you do not drink, and he smoked a little diffused
I climb up to the Internet in search of fun!
But it is not the children's joy of idleness,
Which translates into these creations
And even ashamed of this generation,
We are what is needed at this time was only & quot; a jar of jam & quot;
But in general, we also had a happy childhood priori
Have done stupid things in place right away and forget them!
But will score these guys on their sculptures
After reading hundreds of tons of angry comments?
And even worse - if he sees the whole 1/6 of sushi
That meant you pogryazt in a puddle of shame
You should have played football and parents listened
And grew up, yes, but would not get worse ...