I don't know for what they are paid so much
I don't know for what they are called stars
Proudness for my people is what they've touched
It was the worst of my nightmars

I don't care for reasons they will give
I'm full of s___ now so are you
That was so disgusting i just can't believe
I'd like to tell them my point of view

I'm fed up with all These vanished hopes
That should have been expected long before
I will not forget these seven goals
That make me feeling sore

Millions of frustrated can't you see
How could they explain it,beyond us
That insulted nation,not only me
And now I'm gonna say....

Припев:

We're all sons of great country
We just can't this disgrace
Sense of great shame is inside me
Since now i know what it's taste !

Проигрыш.

Morning papers wrote next day:
Russian football passed away
Stressed and empty sleepy people
got nothing to say

That must be forgotten later
But it cannot be
Hope it someday would be better
But it wouldn't be

Припев

I cannot imagine what could be worse
In spite it could have been predicted of course
And now hope is lost, And would never return
That Can't be called football, that must be called p___.

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