Текст песни Семск - Сборовские пацаны

Along the dark streets and old houses
Walked column of collection boys
Trample the road, tired legs,
Passing through the whole mass between the yards
Cigarettes flickering between sather
Nerves surrendered as if forgotten
Walking forward that they are entails there?
Full failure? Or the highest honor?
Who will remain in force to continue this fight
Who will become a jackal and who will be the hero
Stay with me spoke to my friends
But the revenge boiled was sculpted your hands
Adding a step almost already fled
Somewhere in the dark face flashed
The walls are approaching the stones in the crowd
Let's see a battle in battle

Along the dark streets and old houses
Walked column of collection boys

Turn!

Along the dark streets and old houses
Walked column of collection boys

Courage in the heart squeezes chest
Someone shouted do not try to drown
Under the weight of shots flying like arrows
Still to the end are not caring from this faith
Nerves swear like a thin line
Exhaled by the capture of persons sharply!
Someone's girlfriends will not see love
Screams from pain to peel somewhere blood
Migal Siren shouted standing!
Because of these cops did not have time to chase them
Broken Hands Heavy Did
Night worked red flash!
Returns someone and someone took
Someone with a friend and someone has been knocked out
Crowd ...
Learning native leaked her tear
Head closed eyes

Along the dark streets (x2)
And old houses
Walked column
Collection boys