It's not a special house
It's not a special garden
There aren't a lot of girls, no pools
On first sight, it's deadly boring
But around me,are special people
All of them interesting, eccentric
Steel wheels and plastic breasts
and everyone's digital,electric
Join sweet and salt,that's good
But pears and apples no
Join black and white colour
The picture of the world is gray,isnt it?
And everyone would want to be new and weird
Or atleast dazzling circus performers
While many sleep , some are awake
Alone,with the universe at 'you'
It's minimalism,
It's minimalism
But primitivism doesn't know
what's minimalism
It's minimalism,
It's minimalism
Everyone sees it,but nobody says
what's that boot that steps on us
Rich parents don't regret
for their kids they'll give everything
they sell forests and power plants
Owning half of the state
That's why their offsprings live merrily
Don't do anything,but have everything
Pure cocaine and silver underwear
And someone else's hungry years
it's not minimalism
It's not minimalism
but primitivism doesnt know
what is capitalism
It's minimalism,
It's minimalism
Everyone sees it,but nobody says
what's that boot that steps on us
Of nationalism.