Текст песни GLobal PLT - Район

Tell me brother, how to survive in this system?
To give a soul who does not predelyat time
Who deserves the truth, and who needs to hang noodles?
Who will be next, and who simply creates the desired noise
I grew up among the boys rather than the normal motherfuckers
Where they rushed for his always used masks
Where the smoke absorbed through the ears, and it was fun
Where we had little but genuine and happy
Mother chasing the belt in the first cigarette, do you remember it?
Father scolded for mats accidentally uttered in doorways
But we could live on 2 rubles and chase soccer
I thank God that I dwell in a decent RANS
Among the five-story building in my body every knowable happiness
Two benches are always hung out of passion
Vaughn those that are always there - let's go to him
Guys with my Normandy - for their Amen
"Thank you dear God for decent RANS
 It burns my childhood kipyatlivym day
 There is always at his place that does not disappoint
 Against twenty stand I will not fall! "
Matured quickly took only a couple of years
And I am a lady bag full of products
In tennis we played 2 years - now just relax
I'm sorry, Dad, yes - sometimes drink
Dogs in love with bitches swallowed saliva
Every night we meet and razsuzhdaem about it
All say yah fuck this thing, it is not necessary
And inside: I love guys understand - a strong friendship
According protoptanoy track pack going into the dense ranks
Remembered as here we have learned to twist saltaki
Here on these horizontal bars and parallel bars, we learned the hard street workout
Saturate life and dust, it is necessary - it happens
Broken fists in blood - if someone hurt you
Thank sport kid that give hope for us
And the rest of the Respect, purely, purely from the heart
Since you want 200 years of the earth to live
"Thank you dear God for decent RANS
 It burns my childhood kipyatlivym day
 There is always at his place that does not disappoint
 Against twenty stand I will not fall! "