Текст песни Moros - Улици Самары

The rats in holes, close all the curtains,
You have a mouth with foam around slyshutsya moans.
Lanterns in the area is not exactly paradise Namber Wang,
Here the steep creeping our salaam.

We are rolling at the area on the steep airah,
You roll to the clubs in the major flyers.
And our souls sdes nothing more than standing,
We do not go, and we will not go to the wall systems.

With us whiskey and Coke, do not bullshit me that drunkards,
Force enough to do with your puppy Zhivova.
Vytvorali is that you do not even dream of,
Our names are known asshole uchestkovy police.

But now the police is like epolyutsiya,
They ostayutsya always CORUPTION nose.
In Samara, everything runs its normal course,
patsyki blow, they do not stagger horizontal bars ochem