Текст песни Александр Левин - Улица Павших Борцов

Street of fallen wrestlers

Runly, long plutically,
For a long time, the coldobin believed.
And here is a gray street, unwashed houses -
Whether confectionery, or prison ...

This street of fallen fighters,
Sleeping fighters and feces,
Here is this street, this house is
Here is this girl with a former oars.

What you need in these places,
semi-forgotten and semi-empty?
Looking for old friends? Or new girlfriends?
Only wrestlers da bit around.

Here you are the street of fallen fighters,
Drinking residents and harsh singers.
Here is this street, this house is
This chicken jumps with a bucket.

This is the place where your home collapsed,
Old linden over a muddy pond,
The shadows remained, and people went away,
The dead memory trades away.

Here is the street of stiff units,
Duffen chicks and patlat males
Here is this street, this house is
Black sky over this pond.

Warning past, fabulous paradise ...
Do not come back, do not check
is it clear there, is it light,
So who did not have lucky ...

Do not go back to the destroyed house:
If you enter, you will not get out later
If you leave, then - the fallen fighter,
Sleeping fighter or hoarse singer ...

Here is this street, this house
Here is this street, this house