Текст песни ПТВП - улицы в огне

Two or three cups herbs
And we would have blown up all the puddles ,
We are not wanted,
And here we do not need anyone .
Here, like all
During this shine
Streets of Fire shine .

Go out into the yard
And hiding his eyes ,
Cold and wind .
Now all the same ,
To say ,
And with whom he did not see you .
Here, like all
During this shine
Streets of Fire shine