Текст песни ТТ-73 - Дети районов...

Volga- river divides into two beaches,
Waves splashing , trying to protect .
Ulyanovsk boys - street residents
Children neighborhoods , districts overlords .
Parents did not listen , vodka ate ,
Coming home sobering for showers.
Who's my area tramples asphalt - left .
You go home alone Yes you're probably bold .
Evening came , the fees at the stadium -
Man in numbers greater than in the battalion .
And tomorrow, party , meeting , training,
Gop-stop and will try new things .
Drunken fights , enemies, broken faces ,
You're not yourself , how did you live before ?
Leather jacket replaced epaulettes
God grant that it was not necessary to use the cartridges .
His couplets I dedicate kid ,
We express our respect for them, they are us.
Fellowship enough to each other to spend their strength ,
Bay Zenk vyёbyvatsya does not roll.
Look around you - everywhere the jackals
But these little guys .
Thank God more than a fag and informal groups
And then I have this garbage long fucked !

Let them shout that Ulyanovsk red.
To be honest , something unnoticed.
Maybe someone's feelings are hurt ,
I'm sorry but the line has already sung .

Street children ...
Region & quot; seven three & quot; on the number of the car .
Th Well , buddy , again yesterday smoking?
Yes No cooked .
-A, Yes, already the season
Drink warm vodka summer no reason .
And at night the stars , guitars, beer,
When the stars close it so beautifully .
A spacious master bedroom light had long since wilted ,
Heard only on our merry - polusmeh polukrik .
In an instant turn night into day dream
Songs Misha Circle plays a tape recorder.
Over the Volga and out time
And we remain , access tribe :
Accustomed to empty his pockets and respect ,
To our enemies have no regrets .
Do not go at night in strange areas
Even if the shoulder straps on the shoulders shine .
Guys - the owners , the other aliens .
Do you want to test the strength of our fists ?
On the road fuckers , if not stupid -
We are always right in spite of all .
-Hey , Wait, I hare shmonat ,
Che you want to find there , fucked your mother ?
A pound of TNT or a dose of heroin ?
Maximum find cigarettes with nicotine .
And mei number , home address .
-Show Your passport .
-You It necessary?
What will be the reward - thanks to word of mouth,
You probably own it is very sad.

Where are you, man, or Zavolgoy Zasviyagoy ,
Always different from all courage.
Back a step , Bite the bullet
And with all his strength to beat eblu bastard .
Gondonchik - cap in his pocket butterfly .
Want to talk to fucking ? Go ahead, honey!
Something too much you some shaggy ,
Pants flared at all , a`lya 70th ,
Jackets colorful, delicate little hands ,
Of course earrings in the ear - great.
Where to go to such a fashion ?
In the & quot; Fifth Sun & quot;? Yes our noses
In bars, beer drink with fish ,
Then you beat the faces ,
Recast kurnut , dry trees drink water .
Look who 's worth it! Bro , let me make a call.
Much money you say?
I'm not a long time , do not drive .
Oh, thank you , from the heart! And Why are you standing here ?
Do you want the phone back ? Run home quickly .
In the evening, the tears , mother of regret,
Dad's threat to the police department statement.
My militia protects me -
First plants , then guards .
Signs of the offender : a black cap,
In the teeth of a cigarette , but it does not matter .
Black jacket & quot; Adidas & quot; hooded
Black pants , black shoes , too .
Fumes for three meters reeks .
It seems to be all ... Yes, he was not yet Brit.
Here's a parasite , a scoundrel , and so on ,
And you, Musorskogo nit hang on the back of the coin.
Go look back - dark porches ,
If anything, my boys will remember you .