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My street, I look into the sky of birds to spin,
The weather frowns, boys boys in the yards
My street is not the same as it was before
They told me how differently it was
There were gloomy shootouts,
90 years are just terrible.
And now there is no such thing on the streets
Now we have a banquet around the world
on convertibles are raised on dawn
sell drugs, but the fact is not in that
The heated courtyards are already nasty
And how to achieve purity in the world
get rid of boredom and bustle
In the head can, only dreams
that the future generation
will not change its life to modern
Chorus.
loss, loss after loss
We lose people who are valuable to us
loss of loss, after loss
We lose people in our time
Well, who is to be compiled for the case
If everyone is drawn into these topics,
The yards are empty, all around
Where you can't go, on the spot
Take care of your relatives, you have except them
There will be no loved ones like them,
May all these days be cursed
When there is no way, do not go back.
There were fucking those who threw you
Stay with those who suffered with you,
I am like in a coma, broken in my soul,
My dream turned into a game with blood.
just the sky was clear
Just other numbers, I am not listed with you.
Better I am expelled, I'll go into my own
Such a game is not included in my rules.
Chorus.
loss, loss after loss
We lose people who are valuable to us
loss of loss, after loss
We lose people in our time.