Юрий Гарин - Опальная Шпана
текст песни

1. We lived under the fences of mushroom mushrooms,
Fate-Chernuha is quiet mother
In twelve - without a nozzle, at fifteen - criminalism,
And at twenty - penalty camps
And who is older, in the community, a thieves criminal
On the shuher and for dark things
No matter what a general is the end - the ending with the stabbing,
Whatever the hangover - vermut from the throat

Chorus:
We walked along the dark streets with a guitar behind our backs
On dark walks with a gateway thieves
And a timid spring was preparing to escape
And the disgraced country was worried about the scoop

2. We dangled in benches, friends: Romanians and mommy,
And the third spine named probe
Muckled a needle in mascara and made a clatter
Words: I will avenge all the cops
Aunt Galochka neighbors, in the Khrushchev communal,
We chatted with a red opera for life
And behind the wall under the tiles was kept by our mafia
Steel homemade knives

3. The years have passed rafty, cool and dangerous,
Distant poor years
And in the courtyards, new boys ponto
Dvorovov thieves gentlemen
Eh, boys, boys, because life, she is not a little book,
She can’t get back
And what was lived will enter the heart with a knife
By the most carved handle ..