Текст песни 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 are held together by friendship .

I stuffed a lot of bumps in the years
Too bad there was no one to teach life .
A child's soul so hurt divorce
It hardens by separations and resentment .

Chorus:
Streets - potёmochki kid - devchonochka
By the will of captive life give putёvochki .
- Potёmochki streets until morning tusovochki
With crime rope tied firmly .

Cops took for every little thing
Sometimes it seemed - just graze me.
In the duty room , with a sneer , Sergeant Parabelych
From the start I shouted : & quot; pop, native ! & Quot;

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

Chorus - 2 times.

Streets - potёmochki kid - devchonochka
By the will of captive life give putёvochki .