Текст песни Кроатон - Мафия

MAFIA

People do not like people
Family and fraternity are worried here.
This slush of the Neva.
I cried us in space.
Black and white night
Days pass like a spiere.
Where is my error?
This life rushes without souffle.

Cold in December
Finger on the jurka is beautiful.
Mafia in the game,
So I am dangerous for you.
I'm bald at the bottom.
For you now I died.
Somewhere far away
Tears jerked strings again.

Young hearts
Do not consider the world perfect.
And stupid bodies
Overflowing with something branded.
First step and fist
Fair a bullet.
If he is choking,
It is evil, just inflated you.