Текст песни БеЗсПорно - На улицах Гетто

Acoustics rain.
I am going out of the house,
Seal faces of people ,
It seems familiar .
Smiles of hazardous
And at the same moment in vain.

On the streets of the ghetto.

Here, every zero - one ,
When they look like ,
As faces of the windows .
That abruptly that expensive.
And your beliefs ,
The problem of generation.

On the streets of the ghetto.

Smoke factory chimneys ,
Cups with vodyary .
I'm from such a fate
I ran along the sidewalks .
Not that it does not matter
And it does not even hurt .

On the streets of the ghetto.