Текст песни Oleg Marka Roys - Ай дворы падики

(chorus)
Ay courtyards courtyards courtyards courtyards and padiki
Shura-moors stir up the children at the kindergarten
All the neighborhood buys crap brothers
Give girls flowers fuck romance

And I'm on the street for what hip-hop love
Choke on this track too
Seriously, let's not return
I can forgive you again bitch

Give me a pencil and a notebook
Better even spliff and a lighter
Give friendship and give love
Give the strength to take the shit, give the kumar

And my soul outside the window has day and night
I'll give scraps at the corner thanks for the help
Catch like flyers to fuck with my soul
I will remain myself in the impulses of change

on this street your friend is not your brother
and in this life everyone will be happy in happiness
if you get up cancer you will be fucked in the ass
you are not a little son and there is no turning back

Where me and you we were good as a couple
Loved and it seemed that this is always
As if you drank a love broth
But before the wedding they did not endure two or three miles

See movement on the left, see movement on the right
We go across the road without breaking the rules
Look smoke from the left, watch smoke from the right
And a lot of smoke in me, weed is not poison

I drowned in a bathroom filled with sadness
I jumped into the pool with full moral
I went where they won't let you in
love must be lived; love must be in the bedroom.