Текст песни Николай Рахматулин - Пацаны в бункере закатанном...

The boys in the bunker rolled up
With a reputation untainted
Gash hidden under the seat
and the eyes are dripped in advance

The steel behind the belt is cold
marked cards Fortified wine
On the sides they are firing alertly
they don't take a stall with ice cream

Intelligence gave the green light
the boys fell off for the clink of coins
And while the police are sleeping sweetly
The bank conducts an audit

Each has its own story
Shove yourself your theories
And here are the thoughts in my head
This does not come from a good life

Brothers can you hear voices
Heaven is praying for us
Brothers can you hear this laugh
This devil longs for us all

They already went out to the siren
All actions have a price
and Orientation passed by posts
rolled six without numbers

garbage was picked up at the crossing
when else would I travel with the motorcade
exits from the city are blocked
ram car tires punched

He's there alone with no money and no guns
And dropped off friends long ago
He will come up with names for fakes
As if they threw the whole story

money for a sister for an operation
Well, I had to try a little
He ransomed her life from death
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