Текст песни Их было трое-четыре орла - В обойме...

was one bullet in the clip
Suren our already behind
if potsany in the wings
dead skin lies in the hut

our elder brothers are flying off the edge
each driven by a package nasvay
Hail granddaughters, until the grandmother live
huckster small Kakuta game rubs
brother is rubbing salt Sasan
he did not live long left
he teen fucked with other

in a holder no longer exists cartridges
We had shot Gandon
in the rearview mirror watch flasher
Boris in the backseat throwing sticks
heroin in the trunk of grass and 3 Talco box

boys with Ilan drove penny
made sticker stuck pneuma
We are not criminals and bandits
pubic hair are not shaved in the trunk bits