Текст песни Clownsball - Жизнь на московских окраинах

I came here when I was a greenhorn
I throw the anchor and sat down for a long time
The women, booze, drugs, fights
Football and mayhem
This is my home, our neighborhood
Fully immigrants MotherFucka
My street, our struggle
I like it just as a fact

CHORUS:
Living on the outskirts of Moscow
Winds and dreams, and the dreams winds
Living on the outskirts of Moscow
Living on the outskirts of Moscow

Here you can safely zatarivatsya beer
You can normally sandals wine
At night, have a right to brute force
To work and to exploit when daylight
Your best friend - finarez on the pocket
The best teacher - a broken tooth
Six ace: it does not disappoint
It - your advocate and the court

CHORUS:
Living on the outskirts of Moscow
Winds and dreams, and the dreams winds
Living on the outskirts of Moscow
Living on the outskirts of Moscow