Текст песни Dza-Dze - их было трое, три лучших друга....

There were three of them ... two times three ... There were three of them ...
There were three of them, three best friends,
Knew that in the responsibility for each other
Everyone in the neighborhood said they were brothers
They joked that their friendship will not break and curse
They vowed as if they would be together,
Until his death, until his last song
And not for nothing was what was said by them
These three fates were unhappily connected

Serega is a strong guy like a stone
Raised by his father, that now the term
From my father was like that. Brave and brave
Serega never repeated twice,
The mother is sick after a stroke, having lost the elder,
The heart will not stand the next loss of the younger,
I had to steal Serega. How else,
My father said beisya, boys do not cry

Max will say so romantic, loves his girlfriend,
She raves about her like a sleepwalker
And so from the sixth grade with Natasha together
And the parents are against it early for the bride
Max says everything will be settled
And we'll leave you'll hear we'll leave.
Natasha laughs, but believes, strongly believes that she will wait.

Dima at the table usually falls asleep, why,
Poems wrote, a street poet, Max calls him so,
And he keeps repeating all the time. In the turnip the force is still breathing,
Rewriting hundreds of sheets per night,
Broken red eye capillaries on the off,
Said the dream of living become, the rapper of Russia,
Write while you have thoughts while there are forces.
It's noon Tuesday, everyone's got in touch with the boys,
Yes, packed where usually before leaving the mother of the hoarse wheezes,
Says sonny, you're full,
I eat mum you need to meet guys I'll go okay
And then zhmet time, I'll be ten mom. Do not worry,
Sleep .. Mother that day did not sleep, strangely hurt in the chest

There were three of them, three best friends,
Knew that in the responsibility for each other
Everyone in the neighborhood said they were brothers
They joked that their friendship will not break and curse
They vowed as if they would be together,
Until his death, until his last song
And not for nothing was what was said by them
These three fates were unhappily connected

Max, as usual, came all before,
Because he always sat with Natasha
Dimon, approached, the last was late, did not get enough sleep,
Did not wash did not drink did not eat breakfast,
Serega spoke as yesterday at his entrance,
Then the greyhound-witted forearms roamed the teeth,
I'm human to them, guys, be quiet.
But those guys did not even want to hear,
Max kept telling everyone about his dream,
Take away Natashka fly away and live in paradise,
Russian rap is there, Dima kept repeating,
Soon my truth will be on the shop window,
Gray says, soon the father will come out thank God,
Two weeks to wait very little,
Mothers will become easier and easier for me,
I would like my father to go out, and not more.
The conversation with beer, with jokes, reached the evening,
The sky became a star marked,
Today at exactly ten I promised my mother,
Dimona and Max, too, do nothing so forever,
Say goodbye to Max, turned to Natasha,
Dima along the way with Sergei, they went further,
Well, as long as the poet, on the shoulder, he patted,
Gray ran into the driveway, and Dimon went home alone,
The entrance noise and mats, the smell of fumes,
This is the one that yesterday booze here,
The three of them, two without a bazaar,
In the third one, I clung to the fact that there were forces breaking the harya,
Suddenly the blade flashed and the reaction failed,
The bitches rushed down the gray hares,
Seeing a pile fleeing in all directions
Dimon tore himself off and ran to Sergei with a crow,
On the second floor, Serega lay, in front of the oaks,
Icy cheeks, barely breathing,
Hand closing the wound in a whisper wheezing,
Brother, what about mom, breathe Seryoga son of a bitch,
You're stronger than death, remember we swore,
We'll be together until the last song,
Only the last tear rolled unchecked,
The hand weakened, everything ... There's no silver

There were three of them, three best friends,
Knew that in the responsibility for each other
Everyone in the neighborhood said they were brothers
They joked that their friendship will not break and curse
They vowed as if they would be together,
The very death, until his last song
And not for nothing was what was said by them
These three fates were unhappily connected

Stumbling falling through the night Dima ran,
Before his eyes, Seryoga's gaze is looking past,
Knocking to Natashka, open it! I need a max,
Max came out, the fire chtoli, much worse ...
Having explained everything, having got into the head and gathered,
We rummaged around the area, found it, did not try to beat hard,
Who stole Serega, they instantly confessed,
Not long thinking an eye for an eye figured out (a shot from a pistol)
They knew that those two were junking,
Home can not be returned anyway the cops will wait,
Somewhere it is necessary to sleep, and so for four days,
hunger, cold exhausted hiding friends,
Max called Natasha, no one answered,
I must tell her that everything is all right, because she does not know,
-Light burns with her, then at home,
-Well,
-I'll go upstairs, you wait down,
Dimon lit a cigarette,
As there, a chair flew out of the windows, accompanied by flying fragments,
Run Dimon run, ambush, ambush, ...
And then the same burst of screams, with a butt in the air,
And again Seryoga's look with the last cry of Max,
And again the night, and again from nowhere, falling rushing
He had not yet run so fast and long,
He had not once run so lonely,
A week later, in the cemetery, a guy was seen,
Many leaves with poems on the grave left,
Seryozha's mother sobbing leafing through