Текст песни Тай CHI - Моногрусть

I wanted to have just everything exactly
I did not want to see tears and drunken muzzles in the mirror.
Reflection of my strange soul torn
Drops fell from the roofs of our cigar cries.
The main thing is not to get a walking on the avenues,
What would not be looking for me on the cuvetam.
The voice of the outskirts are heard through the streets somewhere
The boy rose but got back to the ghetto.