Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Босота

All day long roads through familiar addresses,
Soul to the motor was boiling.
Again I got a stupid businessman,
But just burned the case.
Our work is restless,
Pogony vigilantly guard every step,
But if the topic is worthy,
Then why not take chances for the obshchak.

Eh, bosota, money - not care.
Now it was empty,
So tomorrow luck.
Eh, barefoot, lived as if on notes,
And now the topic does not sound anything.

Kilometers and hours are flying under the body.
In the morning, eight shooters were hammered.
And life from the black and to the white band,
God willing, will pass without skirmishes.
And if everything goes well together,
That peace for the evening will be ours, only ours.
Well, for now we are so zealously
The patrol crew roared, here's the passage.

Eh, bosota, money - not care.
Now it was empty,
So tomorrow luck.
Eh, barefoot, lived as if on notes,
And now the topic does not sound anything.

A hoarse motor screams,
And in the windows there is a roar of streets.
And we are determined to resolve the dispute today,
So that someone's shares are slightly bent.
Now everyone has gone to the mafia,
That barygi, that cops - all bratva.
And from our biography
The chiefs in the eyes of lace.

Eh, bosota, money - not care.
Now it was empty,
So tomorrow luck.
Eh, barefoot, lived as if on notes,
And now the topic does not sound anything.