We are the poorest, but the most stylish;
We live without a name and without a surname.
We are the poorest, but the most stylish;
We live without a name and without a surname.
We’ll warm up the car and go for a drive.
We’re light-minded, like when we were seventeen.
Our inner world’s deep, empty pockets.
Roads yet under construction, we jump on the pits.
We wear hodies so we don’t see anything.
We are very different from others, in our own orbit.
We are Earthlings, and you are from Jupiter,
And in real life we are just like in video.
We are the poorest, but the most stylish;
We live without a name and without a surname.
We are the poorest, but the most stylish;
We live without a name and without a surname.
You show off, you empty
We are honest and simple
You’d sell your soul to the devil in exchange for clothes
Your parents raised you bad
Outside the window February freezes,
But we’re not cold, for us it’s always May.
Tomorrow we'll be of all the colors, like the dirty asphalt,
Because today we all drink pure whiskey.
We are the poorest, but the most stylish;
We live without a name and without a surname.
We are the poorest, but the most stylish;
We live without a name and without a surname.
We are the poorest, but the most stylish;
We live without a name and without a surname.
We are the poorest, but the most stylish;
We live without a name and without a surname.