Текст песни МОСТЫ - Семья

in my 10 moved to 3 room
but we and Budenova was not cold
in the one-room could accommodate ten men
from Manuilsky on "6 K" to Mostitskaya
go down from the Regional Hospital to the hostel
lessons without mercy for all my fumbles
4 schools released balls into the sky
from timesheets to trash and flew kaliki
club steals kill sex time
large spending fell on sessions at the university
believe in truth in turnips stayed with pava
killing herbs after a basketball injury I
with all my whites you are my family
rap my brother street my sister
and today a family party with shots on the camera
Aunt Ira, Rita, my bro Vovik
and my mother, also a chemistry teacher
taught by kindness, but habits remained bad
retired dad by profession,
and I'm Kiev ms, but I drink this black Pepsi