For boys law was not written "give - take"
Bute - run in the footsteps of his left hand
And if you fall, God forbid we did
Sit down, shut minute, scribbled
For boys law was not written "give - take"
Bute - run in the footsteps of his left hand
And if you fall, God forbid we did
Sit down, shut minute, scribbled
Every morning, day and night to kill
Estimate the odds and that's another year
Everything will pass, but the time for some reason is waiting
Breaks in half, like a punch in the stomach
But the boys did not throw, warm close
Knows where, who recorded and one in the list
Always help you decide if something goes wrong
Che small there? Cigarette have a brother?
Hearken to the situation and explain to efficiently
Someone already married, and someone with a child
And not just when no one will give refusal
And I have not heard anything stronger than those phrases
One law for everyone, but everyone has their own laws
Offices, clubs, streets and areas
What to muddy areas and under the table
But we are not small at all about dreaming
In crosses worn. Arrow on the corner
Between houses somewhere, so as not to mind
Military unit nearby. Red Star
Small fence and she gave in tears
Well now you will? How do we live?
Why are you silent? Well, at least say the word ...
Was a doctor in the morning
Too late, says that there will be serious complications
Patsanchik rumpled hat, bowed his head
So has life is someone with a young
Home through the garden, back yards
Pick up my sister, and mother to buy medicine
Someone said somewhere empty hut
Someone's relative, it seems each brother
Do not even think about it, I will build on the ad,
Be sure, next week
Already two drives and one conditional
Yanked her purse, and someone gave to the head
In the evening, as usual on the habits
With the boys in the yard of a bottle
Near the entrance already have something they need and Th
This is for you, bitch, my brother
Five people were lost and quickly
A neighbor called the police from the second
So he went to the crosses worn
With the latest weaving in his pocket and a cigarette
At the very end crosses flowers
Lonely bride and whose daughter is the ...