Ярмак - Волчата
текст песни

I hear a crack, a withers got up
Through the forest, I move deftly
I don't even understand who I am really
Cold look, fangs like a wolf
This environment teaches to stay in heap
Out of 10 families, there are nine dysfunctional
There are many clouds in the sky again, but
In this madhouse, bitch, is not boring
From whom is an example here?
In this quarter it is fashionable to steal and lie
The child is scary to sleep
The old man fucks vodka and fucks mother
And how can you believe in fairy tales?
From childhood, neither love nor affection
From childhood around gray colors
Since childhood, complexes and masks

[Transition]:
No worse than predators than people
Their greedy merciless smell has long been familiar to me
Forests will wake the forest at night
And I need to run so not to become someone's collar

[Chorus]:
Waste, wolf
The street left its mark on us
Waste, wolf
A child is growing in a cold stone forest
Waste, wolf
The street left its mark on us
Waste, wolf
A child is growing in a cold stone forest

[Verse 2, Yarmak]:
I'm looking for a way, analyzing thoughts
I feel the world, study matter
All these people teach me life
But their appearance does not inspire confidence
At the age of 7 there was a serious injury
When they told me that the godmother was hanging
Cried and thought squeezing cloves:
"Not godfather surrendered, this is the world wild"
There is nothing left of the saint
Here the good is undermined for weakness
A lot of lies, a lot of dirt and flattery
Here they go to decent
Potascan is beaten in appearance
We are not home jusks
Better not a mash barrel
I have been a local resident of this wilderness since childhood (YOU)
Tell me, God, whose gift?
Freedom for me is more expensive than your grubs
A bunch of sleepless nights
How not to lose yourself among the hucksters and stuck?
I hear to crack boots
I remembered since childhood, woke up - run
The city is streaming
But I will grow up and become, a bitch, a wolf with Wall Street

[Transition]:
No worse than predators than people
Their greedy merciless smell has long been familiar to me
Forests will wake the forest at night
And I need to run so not to become someone's collar

[Chorus]:
Waste, wolf
The street left its mark on us
Waste, wolf
A child is growing in a cold stone forest
Waste, wolf
The street left its mark on us
Waste, wolf
A child is growing in a cold stone forest
Waste, wolf
The street left its mark on us
Waste, wolf
A child is growing in a cold stone forest
Waste, wolf
The street left its mark on us
Waste, wolf
A child is growing in a cold stone forest