Текст песни Голимые Долбоёбы - Улететь на Луну

Fly to the moon or to Mars ,
It would zaebis - it was - to class ,
And here on earth mom yells :
"Son , get up , it's time to plant,
Son, if you please , go to the store ,
Do not drink beer vodka and wine . "

And on the moon no factories or shops ,
No smelly shops or glamorous showcase.
Sitting , whore , and masturbate all day ,
Watching with earthlings as fuck .