Текст песни Не будите спящих - На моих улицах

On my street

Loyal to do business
Again raises swing
Paint rubs eyes
The quality of past days
Winter kills again
White us .........
According to trample underfoot the steppe
With green smoke on life
Their songs I write
Each box of happiness ... and money in full
On the streets of my guys heifers dement
In the black pit of my horses rushing trio
Each of these individual , each country fools
Rhythms majeure streets caught my boys
Wait, not wait, when night lights light up
Yes , and those buzz mazyrya cherish their lives
Everyone knows on the subject because his uncle in uniform waiting for them
Let not fear , but rather the end of time inastupit
What kept over the years , the dust will turn people
Again raises the swing
Paint rubs eyes
The quality of past days
Winter kills again

On my street ticking time water
On my street dirt get round
On my street, on my street
Be more closely brother
Listen, watch yourself (2 times)

How often do you wash a doctor on the Chinese wall ... .. ????
Hawa sniff moaning hot blue river
Back and forth salary for two days left
Where - to get the lava think my head
In the dark pit trailing face familiar to me
On my dirt streets lacking in every yard
Many fouled , and their darker Kaifu ......
Swore swore but only birds flew faster
Boys muddy so dvizhuha not become empty
Brother throws then bite each other
I zashivruyus glasses , red, hiding his eyes
Dance until the young , the faithful do business
And the trouble does not matter if the grass is greener
The blue is not bitter if for friends to bottom
Black does not matter if the head cooks
Do not worry , it does not matter ...