Театр теней - Дети улицы
текст песни

The Volga-River divides into two shores,
The splash, tries to protect.
Ulyanovsk boys - street residents,
Children of the quarters, the regions are lords.
They didn’t listen to parents, they eaten vodka,
Coming home sobering in the souls.
Who in my area tramples asphalt - left.
You go home alone? Yes, you are probably brave.
The evening has come, fees in the stadium -
A person in number is greater than in the battalion.
And tomorrow there are parties, meetings, training,
GOP-stop and we will try on new things.
Drunken rowing, enemies broken faces,
You don't look like yourself, how did you live before?
The leather jacket was replaced by shoulder straps
God forbid, so that you do not have to use cartridges.
I devote my purchases to the boys,
We express respect to them, they are to us.
Lads, stop spending their strength on each other,
The bay of the zenki does not get drunk.
Look around - everywhere there are shakals,
But there are few real boys.
Thank God more than fagots and informals,
And then this bullshit fucked me up for a long time!

Let them shout that Ulyanovsk is red.
To be honest, something is imperceptible.
Maybe someone's pride is hurt
I apologize, but the lines are already stones.

Children of the street ...
Region "Seven Three" on cars.
-Well, friend, smoked again yesterday?
-Yes, they cooked.
-Ah, yes, already the season,
Drinking warm vodka is not a reason in the summer.
And at night stars, guitars, beer,
When the stars are close to it is so beautiful.
In the bedrooms of apartments, the light has long been dumb,
Only our cheerful half-laughing-half-crown is heard.
In an instant to turn night, day to sleep,
Misha's songs are played by a tape recorder.
The volume is leaving the time, and time
And we stay, the access of the tribe:
Accustomed to empty pockets and respect,
There is no regret to our enemies.
Do not go to other people's areas at night,
Even if epaulets glow on the shoulders.
Boys are the owners, the rest of the strangers.
Want to check our fists for strength?
From the road of suckers, if not fools -
We are always right in spite of everyone.
-Sot, wait a minute, a hare to gloom me,
What do you want to find there, fuck your mother?
Paul TNT or dose of heroin?
You will find maximum cigarettes with nicotine.
And May phone, home address.
-We your passport.
-What is it necessary?
What will be a reward - gratitude verbally,
You probably yourself can be very sad.

Where are you, boyfriend, with a potassium or owl,
Always differ from all courage.
Back a step, grit your teeth
And with all his strength, hit the fucked paskuda.
Gondonchik-step, in the pocket of a butterfly.
Want to chat, fucking? Bold, Lapka!
Something a lot of you, some shaggy,
All pants for everyone, a`ly 70s,
The jackets are multi -colored, the hands are tender,
Of course, earrings in the ear are great.
Where do you go so fashionable?
In the "Fifth Sun"?
In bars, drink beer with fish,
Then you beat the faces
Pour, smoke, drink water with water.
Look who is worth it! Bratan, let me call.
Do you say little money?
Yes, I'm not long, do not drive.
Oh thanks, sincerely! And what are you standing here?
Do you want the phone back? Run home quickly.
And in the evening tears, mothers of regret,
Daddy threats, a statement in the RUVD.
My police protect me -
At first he plants, then he will guard.
Signs of the offender: Black hat,
In the teeth of a cigarette, but it does not matter.
Black jacket "Adidas" with a hood,
Black pants, sneakers are also black.
A fume of three meters is losing.
It seems to be all ... Yes, he was not Brit yet.
Here is such a parasite, a scoundrel and so on,
And you, a garbage nits, hang a medal on your back.
Go look around - the entrances are dark,
If anything, my boys remember you.