Girls-glukozas
All of us are flying to the seams
But mind, we must be in time.
And after we will talk
How we fighted
With these boys.
And they have nothing
In their pockets.
Girls-glukozas...
Make boys be under our thumb!
Mafia of glukozas ...
Gluk'oza Nostra
Mafia of glukozas ...
Gluk'oza...
We have tails-revolvers,
And pursue a course by wind
And in flak jackets
We hide our feelings.
And girls-glukozas are
Cool bitches,
Will hide love in boxes
And will bomb the deceivers
Girls-glukozas...
Make boys be under our thumb!