| Life is like an amusement park | 
| You are an adult child with cotton candy | 
| A world of adventure lies ahead | 
| And next to your guys | 
| The steam locomotive takes away the wagons in a circle | 
| Parties and birthdays | 
| Snub nose will ask you | 
| Serious relationship with her | 
| Life seems to be happy too | 
| Because she is so | 
| Mom's call will disturb me | 
| I'll answer her later while I'm resting | 
| Final exam, diploma, term paper | 
| And we are third-year students, for sure! | 
| SMS from mom: “Son, how are you?” | 
| - "Climbed the snub nose into panties" | 
| Today we are going to celebrate in a tavern | 
| Graduation jacket, remind me how | 
| Chose who will leave with me in the morning | 
| After school holiday | 
| Or this one in heels, or the one that is already | 
| With heels in hand | 
| But everything will go wrong as usual | 
| And end near the basin | 
| Graduates do not give graduates | 
| This is a classic! | 
| Trust only an experienced player | 
| Trudovik, physical education teacher, brother of a classmate | 
| Now I'm in their circle, drinking from plastic | 
| The first practice is just fantastic! | 
| “Mom, I’m busy, I can’t talk | 
| We gathered here with colleagues in honor of the holiday | 
| Maybe I'll run away sometime." | 
| Cold breakfast on the stove | 
| On the floor is a cold corpse that did not have time | 
| live until tomorrow | 
| Everyone will die someday | 
| Stay for five more minutes | 
| Death is so sudden | 
| Death is so sudden | 
| Death is so sudden | 
| Death is so sudden | 
| Removable hut, the diploma is already wrinkled | 
| Sandwiches, salads, booze is not enough | 
| Students are not rich people | 
| There were four of them, they went for the fifth | 
| I remembered where the salary used to be | 
| And mom always took there | 
| "Darling, you have fun, I'll make her a surprise | 
| I'll take beer on the way back" | 
| It's dark in the entrance, it doesn't smell like shit | 
| Nobody swears (bitch) | 
| Nobody wallows next to a homeless mongrel | 
| When dad died | 
| The puppies left, the dog followed | 
| As if there are mirrors under the snow | 
| Covered with a white blanket | 
| Late! | 
| Back without feeling the legs | 
| To a familiar voice | 
| Said he was not alone | 
| And silently looking at the ceiling, like a misfire, the lock clicked | 
| The creak of the door deafened like a grenade | 
| Serves you right! | 
| Here, your guys without pants | 
| Here is your love, on the table instead of salad | 
| I poured the rest of the beer, put the track "Gryazi" on my mobile | 
| How do I miss my mother's hands | 
| And daddy's connections | 
| Cold breakfast on the stove | 
| On the floor is a cold corpse that did not have time | 
| live until tomorrow | 
| Everyone will die someday | 
| Stay for five more minutes | 
| Death is so sudden | 
| Death is so sudden | 
| Death is so sudden | 
| Death is so sudden |