Текст песни гр. Колыма - Москва бандитская столица..

I’m still a kid, but it hurts so much
That our growth of old customs does not take
My grandfather taught: "Look for advice in the Mother See"
And here I am, and here everything is back to front.
Here in the crowned palite, who will have to
And to sit at the table with the cop is not zapadlo
Tips anywhere and what comes across
From the common house they row to cottages and cars.

Etc. Moscow, Moscow, gangster capital
Your whole criminal world respects authority.
But you are nothing without thieves' traditions
Without them, there is no power and no order

Shalam brubles, and boys without warming
And something a lot of merchants divorced
Scam card debt left and right
Under the ointment, filks had to dream of the principle
And the word "friendship" somehow abruptly faded
Podstavki expect from the closest, dearest
Already sworn enemy is not so ready for meanness
Like someone close of his envious ones.