Текст песни Их было тро - 3 друга

There were three ... one, two, three ... there were three ...

 Chorus:
 There were three, three best friends,
 Knew that was responsible for one another.
 Everyone in the neighborhood said they were brothers,
 Joked that their friendship will break and curse.
 They all swore as something that will work together,
 Until his death, to his last song
 And not for nothing was the fact that they have been told,
 These three fates were linked unfortunately ...

 Serge - a tough guy, like a stone.
 Raised by her father, now shakes his term,
 From his father was so: the brave and courageous.
 Serge never repeated twice,
 The mother has a stroke, losing the older,
 Heart can not take the next loss Jr.
 Had to steal Sergei, otherwise,
 Father said: & quot; beysya, the boys do not cry! & Quot;

 Max - say so romantic,
 Loves his girl, she raves like a sleepwalker.
 And so with the sixth grade with Natasha together
 And parents are against early for the bride.
 Max says all will be settled
 And we leave, we leave you hear!
 Natasha all the laughs, but believes
 Strongly believes that the wait.

 Dima - usually falls asleep at the table,
 Why, writes poetry,
 Street poet, his so-called Max,
 And all the time he repeats: The Power of a turnip still breathing.
 Rewriting hundreds of sheets per night
 Capillaries burst of red eye in mind,
 Said the dream lives become, rapper Russia,
 I will write as there are thoughts while there are forces.
 Noon Tuesday, all the usual phoned boys,
 Yes crowded where you would normally.
 Before leaving, the mother of Sergei wheezing,
 Says: & quot; Son, you hungry? & Quot;
 & Quot; I have eaten my mother, you need to meet with the guys,
 I'll go, okay, and then shakes Vremitse,
 I'll be in ten mothers. Do not worry, sleep ... & quot;
 Mother that day did not sleep, strange ache in his chest ..
 Chorus:

 Max, all normally come earlier
 Because, as constantly sitting at Natasha.
 Dimon, the approach last late,
 Does not spill, not washed nor drank no breakfast.
 Serge said yesterday in his doorway,
 Somehow Greyhound suckers in the teeth of the train.
 I'm a human being to them, guys, be quiet,
 But that those guys do not even want to hear.
 Max told all about his dream,
 Natasha take away, fly away and live in paradise,
 Russian rap is, Dima kept saying,
 Soon my truth will be on display in the store.
 Gray says the father, will be released soon, thank God,
 Two weeks have to wait quite a bit,
 Mother will be easier and I somehow easier
 I would that my father went out into the wild and no more.
 Discussions with beer, with jokes, came to the evening,
 The sky became a star marked.
 Today, exactly ten was my mother promised,
 Dimona with Max, too, have nothing to do so forever.
 Max said goodbye, turned to Natasha,
 Dima on the way to the earrings, they went on.
 & Quot; OK until the poet & quot ;, patted him on the shoulder,
 Gray ran to the entrance,
 Dimon is one home stomped ...
 At the entrance mats and noise, the smell of fume,
 This is the style company that yesterday here booze ...
 Three of them, two of them without the bazaar on strike,
 In the third grabbed that there are forces breaking his ugly face,
 Suddenly flashed the blade and summed up the reaction,
 Bitches rushed down the gray hares,
 Seeing a bunch of scattered in all directions
 Dimon getting up ran to Serege raven ...
 On the second floor, Serge was lying in front compartments,
 Icy cheeks, panting,