Текст песни Ничего Хорошего - Завод

Alarm rings in the seventh - floor
And so begins his day
At seven , he leaves the house
In the stomach, only tea in the head nothing
Next to the factory
In the morning he goes
Twelve o'clock
Change at twelve o'clock it is waiting
And like him , millions of workers
Their lives - twelve hours per shift
They breathe the air of the motherland
Work of their hands do not find a replacement