Текст песни Илья Пирог - Слово Пацана

In one of the old dachas, at a large and noisy table
The boys were talking about eternal friendship,
Smoke in a circle and to the bottom of the glasses all swore to each other.
Do not forget our own, go together, together and to the end.

Word, kid.
Whoever did not run away from the locals cannot understand
With a broken nose, drunk in the courtyards.
We need to part.
But for a while, it means not for long,
Maybe for a week, but definitely not forever.

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Well, tomorrow who is where - who to serve, who to institutes,
And then "hello family", and not a minute.
But in order not to disintegrate, we need to listen to women less,
What "I don't drink"? What are the "cases"?
With dudes, never put off the collection.

Word, kid.
Whoever did not run away from the locals cannot understand
With a broken nose, drunk in the courtyards.
We need to melt.
But for a while, it means not for long,
Maybe for a week, but definitely not forever.

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

If they can stand between us, people are mean and evil
So that they don't tell you about me there,
Don't be in a hurry to chop off the ropes with ardor.
Not behind the back, only in the eyes,
And you will see everything will fall into place.

Give me the floor, kid.
Hold on to this gray world
Through force, to the evil of all assholes.
And we will not part
Not for a while, then not for long
Not for a week, and certainly not forever.

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh