Текст песни
I have a pen,
She is the keyboard,
Contemporaries use it,
Mostly to communicate with the fool.
Every fool has his own,
Some have not one, and each time is different,
the era has changed,
and not one writing style too - how sad it is
I remember a wonderful moment.
It was then, romance, mail and waiting.
You came to change,
Will you suck? - where and when?
Metamorphosis, the decline of morals,
Not so much a problem - trouble
That has become the norm everywhere and always
Due to not talents,
And to producers and an excess of money
Sing an ode to the Ministry of Culture, rotation,
And this will sadly tell you gentlemen,
Although gentlemen, long gone
Dudes, etymologically correct,
Defining ladies
Whose attitude of their merits,
Define for themselves, as permissible
