Текст песни Павел Бабаков - Улица, улица

Once I return home to myself,
The street seems strange to me.
Once I return home to myself,
The street seems strange to me.

Chorus: Left, right, where is the side?
         Street, street, you, brother, drunk!

And the lights are so dimly lit
They don’t stand still
So flicker, here and there,
Uh, you're all drunk, gentlemen.

           Chorus.

And what kind of faces are there for a month?
He squinted his eyes, he looked so strange
The extra glass was enough, brother, the wine,
I am ashamed of you, because you are so old.

           Chorus.