Tom Go, Everything is fake I had the one before, The prove that everybody breaks And so Do not ever fall in love I had another one before Now I'm enough I let her go I'd better on my own In the laurels of ex-Aerostar Your real name is T-I-M-U-R
Look, I am so confused and dazed: "No-one reads anything nowadays" "No-one reads anything nowadays"
Tom Go, I don't give a fuck I do not even mind I left behind But don't remind Me so Bleach-hair-white Tom Go! When fake is everything, you should go on, Pay no attention You said you're November child I do not even mind I left behind Myself which I can't find
Look, I am so lost and sad "Like the crazy with the razor in his hand"* "Like the crazy with the razor in his hand"
Oh Tom Go, my music mate I've got the plenty of their love and hate I hate I said it yeah I hate