Текст песни Vshansone.ru - Александр Звинцов - Улочки-Потёмочки

I remember myself yard bully
Blockheads grew up in a family without a father
And soon made ​​friends with faceted glass
A bottle of wine each fastening friendship .

I stuffed a lot of bumps in the years
It's a pity there was no one to teach life .
A child's soul so wounded divorces
It hardens from separations and resentment .

Chorus:
Streets potemochki - kid - devchonochka
The will to life unwillingly give PUTEVOCHKA .
Streets until morning - potemochki tusovochki
With crime rope tied firmly .

Cops took every little thing
Sometimes it seemed - just grazed me.
In the duty room , mockingly , Sergeant Parabelych
From the start I was shouting : "Gotcha , dear! "

Now my son reflected
I see , but life can not change .
A wife parted her own solutions
My kid is doomed to the same fate.

Chorus (2 times )
Streets potemochki - kid - devchonochka
The will to life unwillingly give PUTEVOCHKA .
Streets until morning - potemochki tusovochki
With crime rope tied firmly .