[Verse 1: Sarius]
Shoe tied up, it turned out that he was a good boy
For now, he just left and runs to the field
The shoelace was left somewhere in the blocks
Although he continues to play and it is still the same rate
Which they knocked out on the balconies, they called for dinner
And they were chasing on the stairs
Later, they chased the goods and pursued them on various levels
Banana - not banana: you have to take a route
Polish music is like my wife - she was
Maybe if I lived, I would somehow fall in love
Fuck of wine somewhere on squotach
For Ryszard Riedl, which helps me
It's more than just fucking
It was always more than fucking
Is it once a lot of people, probably not
But I have my goals, I will fulfill them, this fulfillment
It is certain that I will fall sooner, do not run after the trend
As a person who hears something more than these unnecessary bullshit
Buy a CD at the concert, I will and I will supply this energy in a dick
Antihype, I was like that at school too, so I'm old
They tell me you give honey to your headphones
Because they have ears all in honey
How this shit sits down to them
Me and Cobain, Morrison, I go in a different direction
Even if we were alone in the homeland
Maybe I will die with my hunger, with mine then
And they just cry me ...