Текст песни Николай Рахматулин - Пацанам

boys from class or from the same yard
sometimes they break the laws while walking until the morning
Everything is under God sometimes, no way without a cartridge
When an asshole brought half the district to talk

Further, the Arrow is behind the plant, a bunch of people
and you even seem to know half of them by their faces
Only here do you understand that brotherhood is power
you unload your fists, an asshole is sneaking up behind you

Praise be to the Creator that your brother is covering your back
Truly, with such people it’s not scary even in HELL
And through the smashed fists, the Mother will guess
That her son himself has long since learned to lie to her

My dear son will start screaming, how can this be
She won’t understand why the number one district police officer is the enemy
He will grumble, switching to shouts in his hearts
That it’s time for me to understand that I am following in my father’s footsteps

CHORUS
Thank you guys - you are my family
Thank you Mom, you gave birth to me in Uralsk
Thank you, street, you taught to live
Thank you girls that you know how to love like this

The street is the second home, the boys are the second family
They are already brothers and not just friends
And it doesn't matter that different blood flows in their veins
Whoever is born a boy will understand me

We do not choose the family we are born into
But we choose the second one in the environment in which we communicate
This is essentially a multi-choice given by God
So that they themselves choose those with whom to trample the road

And when the boys from class move to S classes
different masses of the population will know them
Then the mocking grimaces will disappear from the faces of enemies
A cigar will replace ganjubas and kvass instead of beer

Already respectable and everyone takes care of their health
Or maybe the mainstream is just back in fashion
And this is not so important, the main thing is that
I am one hundred percent sure of all my

CHORUS
Thank you guys - you are my family
Thank you Mom You gave birth in Uralsk me
Thank you street, you taught me to live
Thank you girls that you know how to love like this

area from the word Paradise if the action is over the edge
mom I'm at the station but don't meet me
Otherwise the boys have arranged ayyyyyyy here
Go to bed don't wait for them to bring

we come from the west of the Kazakh steppes
Children of the free wind and city alleys
now the youth shouts cruelly loves fights
Let it be so but the yard dogs come running to us

live guys like the northern star brightly
So that a hearse comes for enemies
so that only the police flashing lights are on the side
So that in an evening it is not a pity to blow the press kfdt

so that dad and mom for the summer to the Bahamas
and ourselves to Europe arm in arm with a nice lady
Fair winds guys in full sail
May the heavens bless us for dashing deeds