Текст песни Словецкий - Они хотят

I remember the old courtyards, porches and wine,
Shot beamers near closed casinos.
It's dark on the streets, and I'm small and funny
Wandered around the areas until dark, while Mavrodi cribbed loot.
So much flowed there and this is blood, not cowberry juice,
At the turn of the century, the country gave itself a lesson,
And so many trunks looked at the backs of the Kent,
And in the districts there were equally Gopas, brothers and cops.
Who are you in life? How do you bazaar, how do you call in a hut?
Which is cooler - beha, gelik or, after all, lupato?
We are sure that we will live ... But not for a salary,
Little by little, they studied street doom.
The prospect of being a worker in a zanyuhan factory,
Or beat out the loot from the trade in the pissing passage,
Here everyone wants to eat and pretend to be in fashion,
But not everyone can realize what is happening around.
Now it’s so fashionable to call it all “hustle”,
But this is just a way to put butter on a piece of bread.
The game is dangerous and no luck anywhere
Either play a wooden mac or shove it on a red one.
I remember the old courtyards, porches and wine,
Shot beamers near closed casinos.
It's dark on the streets, and I'm small and funny
I stumbled around the districts until it was spring in Moscow and there ...
There were so many bastards and executioners,
But I spent more nights in the streets than in candle churches.
So many beggars and so many rich
And by the sound, I can distinguish firearms from scarecrows ...
They want us to sit ...
But we blew it up and forgot what they wanted!
So many holes in the body of a fraudster ...
We raise the barge from the shallows like barge haulers.
In basins, spinning like a carousel ...
You can’t see the current in the smoke. Have everyone sat down ...
"North, Senya!"
After training the heel on Sunday,
Slippers - autumn color, heifers in the pool ...
How are you, Sanya? With hockey players is the competition weak to touch?
Heels move a distance ...
Well, brother, sparkle for hours!
The jamb inserted, still pin up the little girls with texts ...
Little girls leafed through, red gold not from the cross?
Kilograms were cast for themselves, but they didn’t reach the Almighty ...
When there is no platinum before steel,
Constant because only rabid steel.
You can insert a crystalline in the eye,
The trunk was building up the details ...
Che!
They want us to sit ...
But we blew it up and forgot what they wanted!