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It's about the streets where there is still no asphalt,
About boys from the area living in Fart
It's about hate to sulfur and cocardians,
This is about those for whom there is no way back.
It's about blocks where poverty has become a fact
This is about life, where only hemorrhoids is free,
It's about people without confidence tomorrow
All do not care about it, but it's true ...

It's about cities where guys have no chance
Where as a plague, teenagers mowy drunkenness
Where in high school alcohol is not considered poison
Where they admire only criminal talent
It's about those for whom debts constant
Who across the system does not hold deposits in banks
This is about those who were repeatedly repeatedly
About those who know about fate like Wang
It's about the huts where barygot kayf
About how a guy in Merce is considered to be oligarch
About families where even love express mat
Where children are chatted on codes and not by sites
This is about the faces that they ask for a hundred to salary.
About those who sold the soul to gaming machines
It's about life behind the scenes and out of format
Where are expected expensive when you are considered brother!

It's about the streets where there is still no asphalt,
About boys from the area living in Fart
It's about hate to sulfur and cocardians,
This is about those for whom there is no way back.
It's about blocks where poverty has become a fact
This is about life, where only hemorrhoids is free,
It's about people without confidence tomorrow
All do not care about it, but it is true ....

This is about the school life, where the fists foundation
About those who do not scare with a lattice and the casing
Who in a fight beats the first only give reason
Where in areas the need is cut as a wire
It's about the brothers to whom the street put a sample
On the principles of which from childhood is true to the coffin
About those who know the taste of money but remembers hunger
Who like two drops look like a hero of Bodrov
This is about those who survive the modest
Who feeds the family to the handful of penny
About how five families live in a hut from three rooms
Where after eight go outside straight
It's about how nonsense can send to the zone
About garbage that as a baton will be thrown by law
About those who know this life and remember everything
And sees how power to put experience in society

It's about the streets where there is still no asphalt,
About boys from the area living in Fart
It's about hate to sulfur and cocardians,
This is about those for whom there is no way back.
It's about blocks where poverty has become a fact
This is about life, where only hemorrhoids is free,
It's about people without confidence tomorrow
All do not care about it, but it's true ...