Текст песни Вячеслав Малежик - Улочки-переулочки

This street is light,
As a mesh cell
And not a street almost -
Cities chip.
What is not to her face
Brown hangover
Prejoyabo Popoles
Over her cheek!

In this street nobody
No one hears anyone.
My friend once lived here -
Strange and smashed.
I lived not just: I drink a month,
Two weeks writes,
And how the notepad will end -
Then again in the cock.

In this street lane,
On the edge of his native land
In this street lane,
We were friends, as they could ...
He has long been me
On earth does not warm.
He is all waiting for me, yes I
Put in cases.
There you will crash, finally
Which of us is stronger -
I'm in the feed, damn,
Or he is in verse.

In this street lane,
On the edge of his native land
In this street lane,
We were friends, as they could ...

And as long as I need
Crown day pegs
And hurry to her coward
In an old saddle.
So I want to read
What he writes there
How to him together with me -
To drink on the ground ...

In this street lane,
On the edge of his native land
In this street lane,
We were friends, as they could ...