Lapels, the coat was waving on the wind
Oh look, who's that, that's me coming from subway
Everyone is jealous, cuz i'm a motherfucking poet
There's a smirk's shape on my painted lips
Shape, shape, la-la-lah

Said bye-bye to la maman and goodbye to my friends
The queen of something, of the local second-hand
We walk in converse on snow, we rented summer
But no one likes us, the queens of the second-hand
The queens of the second-hand

I play music in the alley, i sing songs on the streets
I'm the lеgislator of the fashion, i live how i want to live
Wеll, and those who're against grunge and early morning walks
I will show you middle finger from the federal tv
Yeah, tv, la tv, la-la-lah

Said bye-bye to la maman and goodbye to my friends
The queen of something, of the local second-hand
We walk in converse on snow, we rented summer
But no one likes us, the queens of the second-hand
The queens of the second-hand
Said bye-bye to la maman and goodbye to my friends
The queen of something, of the local second-hand