I was 4 in Kiev Tusyl, listened to the blotted songs by the girl's maiden year.
In the kindergarten, everyone sent all the fuck, even though he was small, but I was removed from the hut.
I did not listen to the clock thought I was all the cooler, I studied Zhysni, I am all the zhysn on the street.
I was small as the stone heart was, I cut my doll and the cat was let the soap.
I was 2 years old I unloved toys, there was my toy was, a gun and a bullet.
I am not remembered but my dad rose when I was laughing with Kalyaska, I was wondering.
All my childhood was blotted, so I said so far did not happen to grief.
CHORUS
Street baby ,,, not just a word, do not try to jump ,, this is worth grief.
Understand that the street is not not a native house ,, blood and tears and not caressing with warmth. (2 times Repeat Podva)
Covers
We had a company of 4 people, we were as a browse for each other on the edge of the world.
Together we grew up learned we smoke, make money without work a school by bypassing.
To die for each other, we were not in Islud, together on fights, but together on the court.
We became older together the women we fucked, if the problem was solved in four of them.
We learned the street but it was all a little we needed money we contacted the Kreminal.
It is easy to enter there, but it is impossible to get out, as if the chain is connected, but to break them very difficult.
Isot of street zyzyni. Permanent problems, losing people, pain in the head and nerves.