Птаха - Детство
текст песни

All those songs, I remember it was crowded,
all but if someone is a place,
Then resentment for the eyes, these incidents,
Inability to move from friendship to bases,
Small rumors, intrigues with a whisper,
Your voices in my head with my roar,
The denunciations are vile, like secular women,
At the balls are pushed, how to please everything.
Then everything to hell in one fell swoop, a bad muha,
Well, how is it, brother?
Oh yes, all the rumors - you are doing:
Study, work, there is a wife at home.
Okay, not a fool, where is there without dough?! -
Original, dreams of a street kid,
Yes, there is only no wife, there is no work,
I am not offended that you are ...- Probably just.

Friendship, childhood, dreams,
Memory nourishes dreams again
You can’t return these days,
They just need to be forgotten and on the road.

In childhood, always together at construction sites, in basements,
In dirty quarters, on old streets,
Looking at the glare of the sun in muddy puddles,
On the hills with sleds in a cold -
Well, like real children's friendship.
And here the problems are children, family, work,
In short, their usual worldly concerns were divorced.
And it began very simple:
They threw it on the forecourt, always fired,
And then they looked at, or just scored,
And here the reception, one leaked almost immediately,
The second was broken, but did not have time -
Tolerated the statement took it, gave money,
And he said that he was tired of work
Then the topics are different - adults became,
Firms, shares, fraud, but one shot one,
The papers went all Sanka,
But the prosecutor’s office, checking, raised everything,
It turned out he and overwhelmed Anton,
What can I say? Looks like a bitch, he is a gondon since childhood!