Текст песни Укус Змеи - Старый - Мертвый

I remember as a teenager you thin
He came to the first show .
Three crosses on the forearm , in fashion - alas!
A very simple recipe.
At concerts friends you do not go for a long time .
Me straight in the eyes .
Time goes by , and hoodies straight edge
He gave yard homeless .
Now you laugh
Over the same way of life
And look down on us .
You say, " it's time to grow up "
This is the beginning of the end .
Changing ideas and friends is not treason .
You then accidentally turned .
Anti-fascism - is more than a scene .
And it is not what you're doing .