The lyrics of "Stalin Street" by Aerman

The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better

This is Stalin street, Stalin street

The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better

This is Stalin street, Stalin street

Don't think we can't see what you're doing

Don't play with your brain behind your back

Don't bother to meet, nod but don't smile

It's a pity that bichi is beautiful, but it doesn't look up

There are endless stories here. They all start with stubbornness

The reason is to look at things that don't belong to you

His eyes glared and his mouth scolded

Use narrative sentences to foretell your death

The street has long been decorated in our style

It's impossible to copy the names by pasting them in the highest place

Who dares to make it up? We promise to record it ourselves

Let him play the role of a nurse and learn the basic qualities

God knows why it's important to say it three times

There are no more than three things you can do in this street

See who wears brightly, see who is the least flat

It's embarrassing to see who tied his shoelaces to his ankles

The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better

This is Stalin street, Stalin street

The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better

This is Stalin street, Stalin street

The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better

This is Stalin street, Stalin street

The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better

This is Stalin street, Stalin street

Stalin Street

The great wall of Stalin Street

The woods on Stalin Street are frighteningly dark

It's not bragging that there's a kid who wants to be his father

Of course, there is also a golden BZ stand

Put on the team uniform to deal with the enemy

What's more, I don't have any ideas

Let them all fall

Who dares to bribe

Remember to make notes of every yesterday

Wait for the hare to cover the creativity

Subversive attitude, opportunities are held by me

It's hard to avoid being treated as a monster

Two hundred five, please leave me two hundred steps

Strong people are not at your disposal

No matter how smart you are

No matter how cunning the fox is, it will be caught

Because its heart is transparent

Maybe someone will dream of living by the sea

And I want to be in the jungle

Step on all the dreams

I want different surnames, different names

The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better

This is Stalin street, Stalin street

The spoons that sell hooks make your brain better

This is Stalin street, Stalin street