text: The eastern shores under feet — we are aliens
  Seeking a shelter from biting cold wild winds
  Yeah! We gonna take the power back
  Click-clack bang! Theres no sense of fighting
  You say its your land but its our district
  Increasing number in your own statistic
  Aaaay! Theres no other profession
  Thats it being Russian is fashion
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Don-digi-don, its immigrant song
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Don-digi-don, its immigrant song 
  Little Big here!
  The little part of the Soviet Union
  Come to us for friendly communion
  We represent our country, fuck your lies
  Fuck all of you who says we are outland gangsters
  You say its your land but its our district
  Increasing number in your own statistic
  Aaaay! Theres no other profession
  Thats it being Russian is fashion
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Don-digi-don, its immigrant song
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Don-digi-don, its immigrant song 
  Don-digi-don, its immigrant song
  Don-digi-don, its immigrant song
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Don-digi-don, its immigrant song
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Brighton Beach. Bitch! 
  Don-digi-don, its immigrant song
  Don-digi-don
  Don-digi-don
  Don-digi-don
  Its immigrant song
  Don-digi-don
  Don-digi-don
  Don-digi-don
  Its immigrant song
  Don-digi-don-digi-don-digi-don-digi-don-digi-don
  Its immigrant song
  Don-digi-don-digi-don-digi-don-digi-don-digi-don
  Its immigrant song