Текст песни Восточный клан - Книга бытия

'Brother I remember the streets with you
Paul orphans in the shower
where a constant battle
Here the mud and cold around a simple
the long-awaited dream is our surf
Crepe smells knowing a dog howling
Where the mother is in the holy land
Where crows around over our heads
Where mountain bitch behind
where funeral tears fall heat
Where the boys for life and an empty pocket
Where are the words to the wind and who is with you
Family issues taken behind the wall
Yes, I brought up in the cellars of the god with me
Shaven bald look with Donbass barefoot
But the appeal to God my God you good luck brother to your house peace