The parents said That I won't become anything And my music They don't care at all It doesn't bother me You won't get me After all, we are on the second day, At the factory Three days at the factory I'm on edge, at the factory Groovy like an orange I'm on edge, at the factory You plow there - we hang out You plow there - we hang out Plow, plow - we're hanging out I came to become nobody And he came back empty-handed None... None... None... And he came back empty-handed We'll repeat it in a day Let's repeat
