Текст песни Mc Один - Путь

I traded Balakovo in the suburbs,
I'm sorry, but this is crap life
there are fagots with ksiva police patrols,
I will hide my face punched ...

Punching bitches in the form of us
and I often pass in sports before smoke,
hanging out at the club I remember girls in skirts,
again in the hole on the forbidden whorls ...

Winter snow cold gloves in holes,
lastly, tear your heart away
you don’t love, but I loved you really
Asya and you are with someone in Samara.

Wet eyes neighbors won't say hi
but somewhere around the time we climbed into the batch,
got under the press embarrassing cattle dear,
and this life this life is not beautiful.

Again train Balakovo Moscow,
sorry but the tear will not fall
she left I passed love
and I thought we had everything seriously 2 p.