Текст песни Улица - Баста

First Verse: Basta
There is a stall near where to lend a hand to work.
People river through two yards, turn in the subway.
He looked out the window, yawned, moved at the computer.
On the pipe a couple of unfamiliar missed calls.
An oligarch moved to the apartment next door.
Well stood as it should, but could not stand on his feet.
From the castle on Rublevka back to the apartment of the ancestors.
He has a beautiful wife and children, a staircase.
The status is lowered - says Andryusha Lube,
Now the subway and gray days, we will live like people.
Let the fur coat hang in the closet until better times.
A jump into real life is a jump without a parachute.
However, around neither Nice nor Monaco.
Luba looks out the window, Luba wants to cry.
Unhappy children from private school to secondary to district.
Lyuba has a nervous breakdown, drinks sleeping pills at night.
And these characters, my God, I am in trouble.
This is not a VIP life, hold on!
A pair of crosses, a pair of jeans, a minimum of wardrobe.
From work to work, from robe to robe.
Stunned robots ply on the street.
Mummy nerds and gopniki with cops.
Sportswear, sorcerers, workers and idlers.
All sold, all drank, burn all damn, the ends in the hole.
Work at work, work at the pharmacy.
Every penny on a loan, on a mortgage.
It is necessary to postpone on the kids so that they are shod and dressed.
The street is like a sect and we are all its adherents.

Chorus: [x2]
My street is along the road at home.
For the head of the chapter, the novel is being written.
The music of the yards - urban romance.
Play along to me! Sing with me! Street, sing with me!

Second Verse: Basta
I woke up in the morning, outside the window is cold Urban.
Breakfast in a hurry, peacefully smiled at the world.
Everyday work, everyone how can ruble ruble.
Euro jumps up, Dollar rumba dancing.
In the evening, tele two people - two trees.
Neither in oneself, nor in changes, not believing, they kill time.
Of these two, someone is cornered in a love triangle.
She sleeps with him, but dreams of a lover.
The official repairs the house, but the house is not repaired
Due to the fact that he used to report to himself.
He is doing well, he wanted to spit at the crisis.
This is the most, hear - "No money, but you hold on!"
Life flows like a ceiling.
Getting wet from head to toe, sofa chaise.
Kap-kap-kap - lived! My loggia is like a VIP box.
Healthy area! Be healthy dear!
Old houses it is time to sew a new outfit. Hey, ay, tailor!
Hi, neighbor! What's new? Wait, do not tarator!
Stomp for beer! Occasion? I'll wash my flood!
I smile, I do not whine and you are not Noah!
My bunk is like a canoe and I like Noah!
Neighbor - blind, deaf, dumb.
Loud music, speakers in the window.
On the street, students wash their diploma.
It is warm outside, summer did not let down.
In the area on the flashing lights floated UFO.
They play with someone again in “Lova, runs, it's not a season to sit in prison”.
From the arch to the arch, from the bench to the bench
And love-love is muddled, couples go.
Does not give me sadness, does not allow me to miss.
Who brother My home street!

Chorus: [x4]
My street is along the road at home.
For the head of the chapter, the novel is being written.
The music of the yards - urban romance.
Play along to me! Sing with me! Street, sing with me!