(S.Zaderij)

If I had my own house,
It would be a house of holy love,
But there's no such law to have everything you want.


You can have only what you need,
But who knows what they need?
And we set a big ambush on ourselves.


Those who trade flesh,
Those who trade fake wine,
Those who trade plaster demons,
Those who trade artificial sleep.


Petr Fomich on Mary Jane
Does less than Masha on cigarets "Pyotr"
But you know, when money is involved,
I want to stand up and sing:


Money is everything you want,
Money is everything you can,
Money is everything you know,
Money is everything you have,
But i don't


First, they lure you to themselves,
Then they train you how to obey,
Then you will learn how to feel money,
Then you will learn how to collect them.


Stuff will become cheaper,
Relationships with friends will become complicated.
Red, blue, green papers,
Informal games for normal people.


Cause, money is everything you want,
Money is everything you can,
Money is everything you know,
Money is everything you have,
But you don't have me


You know, my dear, you're a smart girl,
Let's run away from here while we able to run,
In such an atmosphere of laughting gas,
It's very hard to sing about love and breathe.
Everything revolves on a wheel, winding nonsense on wheels,
Everything revolves on a wheel, winding itself...


All you need is money, All you need is drug,
All you need is funny, All you need is fuck