Текст песни Типун - Шаман

On Friday night, the guys are completely wasted.
Here's the end of the line, I'm going to the guys' place.
There are clear rules, there's a law of their own.
Our residential area is as dangerous as a fig leaf.
On the walls of the garbage dump, painted in red,
The "garbage scum" status is displayed.
From an old Lada 9 behind the store,
Rogues are trying to siphon a bottle of gasoline.

I continue past empty streets.
A mower in my pocket and a couple of scythes.
A dive has set up in the unfinished building on the porch.
An old shaman will appear there soon.

The shaman breathes us, the devil - grass.
The shaman gives us water, the shaman - water.
The shaman hears us - everything will be alright.
The shaman remembers us, he is the spirit of the neighborhood.

The shaman breathes us, the devil - grass.
The shaman gives us water, the shaman - water.
The shaman hears us - everything will be alright.
The shaman remembers us, he is the spirit of the neighborhood. District

Sleepy streets in a residential area
Millions of money don't swirl here
It's full of stench and a shitload of drunks
There are eight Fridays in a week
Oligarchs and bosses don't live here
They don't give designer sneakers for birthdays
Chicks don't wear trendy trinkets here
Here, they'll give a little extra money to a kid like a brother

In a residential area, the boys can't sleep
If you're on the defensive, you've chickened out
On my body, there's a tattoo here, a scar there
The old shaman did all this