Текст песни ГРИША ЗАРЕЧНЫЙ - ДВОРОВАЯ

Well, podsypaya Single sunflower seeds as a former vremechko
Recall thing of the past, our old yard
Benches pine, nicknames yard
Anecdotes new, so football

Cigarettes crumpled that in the entrance hidden
And the first bottle with chipped throat
On lap abrasions and CheZet stolen
And as the country was calling on the exploits us

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Guys, guys, what's going on then
We can not help each other
Who moved to work in the police
Who runs away from the police
Someone goes to cashmere coat
Who's on the market is trading in the morning
Steel beggars and bankers
The boys of the native court

Vremechko stagnant, katoroga school
Fighting every day - a class to the class
Chain bicycle, shouting victory
In the room the police for the first time

Songs podzabornaya share trehakkordnaya
And tattooed trial - a point on the hand
The first appointment, new knowledge
And digging in my mother's jacket

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Where are you, life belts and bosyatskaya soldiers
Trousers flared in a domestic dust
Entries Vysotsky and vest navy
And a taxi for the ruble in the ends of the earth

Well podsypaya Single seed, ended the vremechko
And the bubble on the bench no one to crush
Guys yard, head Bedov
Together, we have ceased to drink vodka

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