Only yesterday you left the schooling canteen

And you get in fashionable restaurant

All your life you tried to learn to use the condom

To mammy said to you

Happy fucking life had fallen on your sick head

Nether work and no learning you could touch

Crazy dollars jump in to your fuchking pocket

Spit on all your talents

It will be better to make some small cribs

It will be better to learn theorems

Instead of staying on foolish bazaar

Instead of a big lunk

It will be better to make some small cribs

It will be better to learn theorems

Instead of sail quick – frozen meat

Instead of swear on me

Only what have done, will never be returned

Our destiny can be for us so cruel

On your course of life you meet with different people

Clear and some dirty

Time passed and only one you have in pocket

In the light of dream, of pills and pain

In your stall on fucking sale market place

Recollect your school days

It will be better to make some small cribs

It will be better to learn theorems

Instead of staying on foolish bazaar

Instead of a big lunk

It will be better to make some small cribs

It will be better to learn theorems

Instead of sail quick – frozen meat

Instead of swear on me