Що ти зміг [Shto ty zmig] [English translation]

Remember seven notes and write them down

Play them on the radio waves around

That you are receiving from MTV

In your dreams, in your sweet dreams

TV channel has shown you

So, you've for sure won it

Tomorrow will be another margin

And mass media will show us he couldn't

Hundreds of different ways and confessions

Thousands of certificates per year

And there are left no more professions

All superstars- all rebels

Casting has no need of science

Everyone is capable of everything, you want

Silver voices, golden hands

And size four eyes

Guitar players, stylists, models

They already running out of steelmakers

Working our star conveyor-

The songs are written, the cash is swaying

Everyone Michael Jackson, everyone-Madonna

At least every third is Elvis

Glasses, body guards, limousines-

VIPs only, only celebrities

Chorus

I'm a main problem for myself

What I'm capable of, what my ego can do

I've beaten the system- became the system myself

Nothing feels like this

Success- it's explosion mixture

Smaller glory wants bigger glory

So, who is now holding your hands

Something, that so sweetly touching your nerves

Singers, their muses and fairies

They already running out of steelmakers

Working our star conveyor-

The songs are written, the cash is swaying

This story is without beginning

This story is without an end

While "Encore" young girls are screaming,

Till the phone stop ringing

Chorus (x 4)

• Artist:Boombox
• Album:III (2008)