СЫЕНДУК - Обновления - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Time do not reverse, but I hate the update that the F5 button switches from the keyboard

No stability, I feel sorry for these guys

Of the habits, they only have a habit of habit

And it is necessary once every year 9, everyone is updated forever

Type put windiws 10

Got ... ....

So see Darwinist, my Windows 95

Your windiws 95 times hung

Evolution, progress - nonsense. This school is old on both old to be better than two two.

Screen spoils eyesight? Well, well, but I do not see the reasons for the update.

And without our computers, the word game was not born, who the old will remember - the eye of the eye.

So stop.

Everyone goes, the dumbbells took, it must also be necessary, and I pumped up my hands with a hundred cassettes by rewinding with a pencil.

I am ready for important decisions, I have long been hardened, because life has taught me to choose - a modem or phone.

The monitor will be arched, I am a connoisseur of traditions.

Your flat screens - there is nothing to grasp.

I do not like to beat about the rock, I feel a wave, and on the boards we will look at the coffin.

Pixels do not count, I seemed again on mathematics, around only and talk about graphics.

Constantly confuse, keep F9 game.

Constantly behaving passersby, forgetting that not in GTA.

My Windows somewhere 9 times overtakes your Windows.

You do not have time to have breakfast, updating the page.

They shout about a floppy disk, they say it is too small, but I know that it is 3 letters more than a disk.

Towards the epotection type.

So many missions, as he drags them.

Smartphone, tablet, smart watches, I look and think, well, well, you are.

New-fashioned smartphones have been upgraded by this life, the films fought us the rebellion of cars.

And it seems to be no reason for fear, but the whole world has laid out bricks at the same time.

Router is a soulless box.

He needs hardly.

I remember spoke with my router, presenting that he was R2D2.

Everywhere Wi-Fi, where are the old good cords?

There was one cord - he sings the songs about his pants.

Children play with a shovel, but not in the sandbox.

After the word shovel, I don't want to laugh.

There are no people in the library - all digital books.

Typography will be empty - print stages below.

The sawmills are not needed - the paper has long become excess.

No need to save logs - I do not have much former.

Came on a tus, there are a lot of cool girlfriends,

But you like Santa climb into the pipe.

Drew graffiti girlfriend - almost dying from boredom,

There is no soul in the tablet, fool, return the rock paintings.