Текст песни Рома Набожняк - Улица

The street

Neither house nor home
grubby kids
On entrances but on the roofs
Running from a cat mouse

Sleeves snot
The lights in the eyes

Street street street street
Mother dear!
Street street street street
Life hurts!

And yesterday found ducat
Yes fought for it
Nothing so disturbing except
corner warm

Scars on eyebrows
Knuckles bruised

Street street street street
Mother dear!
Street street street street
Life hurts!

Everything in the world of condensed milk
The rest of the stew
juvenile dushonki
Give for druzhbana

Dirt under the fingernails
Candle holes, laughing

Street street street street
Mother dear!
Street street street street
Life hurts!

Bonehead, fallen joitheads
Hicks, Shantrapa
Yes, we have our own laws,
Yes, we have our own country

all the way around
That's the kind of people!

Street street street street
Mother dear!
Street street street street
Life hurts!