Lyrics Коммунизм - Уеду в Америку

When I grow up big,
I will go to America
And, probably, I will forget my first points.

I will take points
Who won sidyuchi
What I was still funny.

Wrote poems
Instead of reading textbooks,
And waiting for something
Probably a swamp
Which was from dumplings
With flea berries.

I haven't read lyrics for a long time,
I have not been writing poetry for a long time
It became quite painful
But sport is still useful,
Not that garbage collection ...

I will leave, I will leave, to America,
I will leave, I will leave, to America ...

I will leave, I will leave, I will leave ...