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Some skins in the area
I'm so alone
Hung with iron
With haircut shuhernoy
I scored informals
Among the four walls
And I put on all
His huge cock
But then came the moment of one
What I began to notice
What I do not have any friends
I like to look for
They came and immediately
I found
And flew to the sun
My revolution

A-ah !!! My revolution !!!
A-ah !!! My revolution !!!

Here were my friends stupid
Like a cork
How doebutssya to me
For questions uёbki
Why so many pins
Why painted
And I have them with a clear conscience
Sent on dick
And now all the fun
Now I understand
And useless questions
I can not be asked
And our streets
It will take me Tale
Shall we start of
A revolution

A-ah !!! My revolution !!!
A-ah !!! My revolution !!!

And it was a lot of us
We look out of the windows
And our nondescript piece
Punk became district
The newspapers write about me
And about my friends
And write our cries
Reformer kill!
Was the same
In the neighboring cities
Brothers bred punks
Directly in front of
And instead of fiery stars
Anarchy lights
And instead of the coat of arms of a thought
Flag hangs with pins

A-ah !!! My revolution !!!
A-ah !!! My revolution !!!