Andery Toronto - Мама-улица
текст песни

I grew up in areas where there is no edge
Crazy childhood, planned youth
Somewhere at the junction between two eras
A rapper will be born - this is what the mother, father and God decided
I started this journey from the village
Then the road to Siberia - frosts, winter
According to the news - all bandits and guns
They shot more often than Pushkin took part in duels
Childhood passed in its childish worries
We are in the yards, we are in the factories
The days flew by, like one - year after year
We made friends with the street, had a fight with the law
Wasn't an excellent student, like Aunt Galya's son
We grew up being the ones we were often scared of.
Our idols are not very examples
Our idols died from bullets and shit
Where there is a double price for success
Life tested us on the boy
And to be at the peak in this life
There won't be enough stewed whitefish in your hand
Street mom, you're a criminal
The boy's soul is all fucked up
Mama street, oh yeah criminal
The boy's soul is all fucked up
On an old Rover - into a new tomorrow
Little gasoline, but a lot of excitement
And every day is always like the last
There is only one youth - it cannot be gray and average
Where people don't dream of a new Rolls-Royce
Where they don't hand over their own people during interrogation
Where to be a boy is not just to be born
We have learned to believe in the best and strive for it.
We burned the weeks to the ground
We drank our lives to the dregs
Gray, nondescript view from the window
There's a beat in the speakers, and a bright star is shining in the sky
The street believed more than we did
That we will reach such heights
The street hugged us lovingly
It seems that they are not relatives by blood, but rather family
Street mom, you're a criminal
The boy's soul is all fucked up
Mama street, oh yeah criminal
The boy's soul is all fucked up