Текст песни Абу Гасаев - Улица

------------------_ 1Building _-----------------
Hello street, the wind blown up the clouds
I grew up where the mirages slouched
Here, something is spinning, and sulking
I'm your son, meet me, my street

As from debris, time flies on the dial
I drew a theme, I will not go to the house
Slang for blat, motivnyak for the sake of idea
I will not leave in trouble who will sweat for me.

Inhaling the smell of the street in thought comes childhood
In the blood of the knees, scrapped nose, our family
The spirit is not broken, my brotherhood is my bagateness,
We were brought up by the street, and we knew the brotherhood.

Respect and respect for elders, health junior,
The time passed those boys became tramps on with experience
Who is where zagashen, who is still on the street
Someone sold his ass, and somebody is smoking right now.

------------------_ 2Buyx _-----------------
I plunge into myself, I smell the fart
Self-confident kachu as you swing with a trauma
And if they ask me, I will not answer clearly,
I will not leave my brother to them.

I hear the voice of the streets, they are sad with anguish
The district calls me, because only with him we are close
Everyone has their own worries, everyone has his own position
And I look at the ceiling, and the plan still smokes

Just do not burn, just do not break it.
Or to break only by plan, fly up like a bird
Conquer towns, cross all borders
Hope all for yourself, you just need to strive for

Business, family, work, home, again work
Live to a family in abundance, this is not freedom
And I have no one who will not ask how in the work of the case
After all, my mother did not give birth to me here