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It's about the streets, where there is still no asphalt,
On the boys from the district living Fart ,
It's about hatred of the gray uniform and cockade
It's about those for whom there is no way back.
It's about a block , where poverty has become a fact ,
It's about life, where a hemorrhoid free,
It's about people without confidence in tomorrow ,
Nobody cares about it , but it's true ...

It's about cities where the guys have no chance
Where like the plague decimated teen drinking
Somewhere in high school alcohol is not considered a poison
Where a criminal admire talent
It's about those for whom the debt constant
Who across the system does not hold deposits in banks
It's about those who are in the fight was repeatedly
Of those who know in advance how the fate of Wang
It's about the huts where the huckster banchat stoned
About how to find the guy in the Merc oligarch
About families where even express love mate
Where children climb through the cellars and not the sites
It's about the people that are asking to pay a hundred
Of those who sold his soul to gaming machines
It's about life behind the scenes and outside the format
Where value is expensive when you consider his brother !

It's about the streets, where there is still no asphalt,
On the boys from the district living Fart ,
It's about hatred of the gray uniform and cockade
It's about those for whom there is no way back.
It's about a block , where poverty has become a fact ,
It's about life, where a hemorrhoid free,
It's about people without confidence in tomorrow ,
Nobody cares about it, but it's true ....

It's about a school of life where fists basis
Of those who did not scare bars and deadbolt
Who has the first fight only give a reason
Areas where the need is strangling the wire
It's about the brothers who put street sample
On the principles of which are true from childhood to the grave
Of those who know the taste of money but remember hunger
Who is like two drops like a hero Bodrov
It's about those who survive the darkness of modestly
Who feeds the family on a handful of pennies blood
About how five families live in the house of three rooms
Where, after eight to go out dumb
It is about how stupid can send to area
On that garbage as a baton twirl law
Of those who knows that life, and remembers everything
And he sees as the power to put on the public experience

It's about the streets, where there is still no asphalt,
On the boys from the district living Fart ,
It's about hatred of the gray uniform and cockade
It's about those for whom there is no way back.
It's about a block , where poverty has become a fact ,
It's about life, where a hemorrhoid free,
It's about people without confidence in tomorrow ,
Nobody cares about it , but it's true ...