[Chorus]
Our mentality is playing fruit machines
Our mentality is yen for salary
Our mentality is not to pay for crib
Even if got power off, we still are fucking good
Our mentality is playing fruit machines
Our mentality is yen for salary
Our mentality is not to pay for crib
Even if got power off, we still are fucking good

[Verse 1]
Our motherland is genuinely glorious
The square of black color, we're all in its gullet
Make a choice here: face to the floor or in cover
Life is wonder, but only in fables
You would jump into the bed, but the braid prevents of
You're the power, but it sounds like it is your fancy
Murdering the brothers, you proceed to treat them after
So you will brew them anguish with despair instead of sugar
You will take away and make it yours someone's area
I've read Russian history and aware of ******
I think you understand and put the proper word
I'm a foe of the state, the truth is my word
I'm going to pursue and wipe out all of you
Men with shoulder loops wanna oppress me from the childhood
I've rains in my eyes, but boys don't ever cry
I'm poor, but my soul is pure, meaning that I'm richer
[Chorus]
Our mentality is playing fruit machines
Our mentality is yen for salary
Our mentality is not to pay for crib
Even if got power off, we still are fucking good
Our mentality is playing fruit machines
Our mentality is yen for salary
Our mentality is not to pay for crib
Even if got power off, we still are fucking good

[Verse 2]
Your honor, folks are used to call me "word"
From the birth in this country there is absence of my freedom
I cannot get out from 862 (eight hundred sixty second)
I go on hunger strike, then I die and all over again
ECHR has justified us, but who cares about it
Here corrupt magistrates are breaking people's fates
World championships are just the reason to split budget pot
But nobody gives a fuck on these among gray faded floors
This life seems to be something like a colorless TV
A broken switcher and a bunch of rubbish underneath
That is scattered here and rather far off all around apartment
Our favorite color's black, our favorite smell is dampness
There won't be remorse for honest, but for liars mercy
Icon cried in a shoulder and Our Lady's getting angry
I think a lot of objectivity and aspects
And you know, human beings are astonishing creatures