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Белые кросы по автозаводской плитке,
Он просто идет куда-то не видя мир жидким,
Запах метро и "Lacoste" сливаясь в едино,
Представят его,чьи жилы вряд ли застынут.
Его задорит игра,крики трибун,
Он фанат и горд,что город слышит этот шум,
Он фанат своей родины,своей Москвы,
И тоже поет на матче читая стихи.
Жизнь как мяч - то черное,то белое...
Но если решение,то безспорно смелое.
Проходят недели,проходят года
Он фанат на крови,он фанат на всегда.
Он фанат на крови...
Он фанат на всегда...
Припев.
В О, В О
Жизнь нагибала,но поможет и встать,
В О, В О
Что такое жизнь может лишь он знать,
В О,В О
Благодарен той,что воспитать смогла,
В О,В О
Ей имя - Москва.
Каждый вечер вечно его ждет бар
Его друзья там,темы,разговоры,гам
И он так рад что жизнь не по другому
Сам бы не смог иначе знает по-любому
За это благодарен Богу,да и не только за это
За настроение,за игру да и за эти куплеты
За любимую девушку которая любит
Такого какой есть,а не другого,
Знает мечты строго
Ему не нужно золото,его сердце точно будет всегда молодо
Его глаза будут блестеть как всегда блестели
Их не скроют черные дни недели
Его имя всегда у друзей на устах
Его просто уважают, но не за просто так.
Может и погубит его игра но такова судьба
Ведь фанат на крови,он фанат на всегда!
Припев.
В О, В О
Жизнь нагибала но поможет и встать,
В О, В О
Что такое жизнь может лишь он знать,
В О, В О
Благодарен той,что воспитать смогла
В О, В О
Ей имя - Москва.
White crosters on automater tiles,
He just go somewhere without seeing the world liquid
The smell of the subway and "Lacoste" merging into one,
They will present him whose veins are hardly frozen.
It will be tailored the game, cries of the tribune,
He is a fan and proud that the city hears this noise,
He is a fan of his homeland, his Moscow,
And also sings on the match reading poems.
Life as a ball is black, then white ...
But if the decision, then the bold.
We take weeks, pass year
He is a fan on blood, he is always a fan.
He is a fan of blood ...
He is a fan on always ...
Chorus.
In oh in about
Life naughty, but will help and get up,
In oh in about
What is life can only know
In oh in about
I am grateful to the fact that I was able to raise
In oh in about
Her name is Moscow.
Every night the bar is always waiting for him
His friends there, themes, conversations, gamps
And he is so glad that life is not different
He himself could not otherwise know in any way
For this thank God, and not only for it
For the mood, for the game and for these couplets
For your favorite girl who loves
What is there, and not the other,
Knows dreams strictly
He doesn't need gold, his heart will always be young
His eyes will glisten as always glistened
They will not hide black days of the week
His name is always with friends on lips
He is simply respectable, but not for just like that.
May and destroy his game but such is fate
After all, a fan of blood, he is always a fan!
Chorus.
In oh in about
Life bent but help and get up,
In oh in about
What is life can only know
In oh in about
Thank you to raise
In oh in about
Her name is Moscow.
He just go somewhere without seeing the world liquid
The smell of the subway and "Lacoste" merging into one,
They will present him whose veins are hardly frozen.
It will be tailored the game, cries of the tribune,
He is a fan and proud that the city hears this noise,
He is a fan of his homeland, his Moscow,
And also sings on the match reading poems.
Life as a ball is black, then white ...
But if the decision, then the bold.
We take weeks, pass year
He is a fan on blood, he is always a fan.
He is a fan of blood ...
He is a fan on always ...
Chorus.
In oh in about
Life naughty, but will help and get up,
In oh in about
What is life can only know
In oh in about
I am grateful to the fact that I was able to raise
In oh in about
Her name is Moscow.
Every night the bar is always waiting for him
His friends there, themes, conversations, gamps
And he is so glad that life is not different
He himself could not otherwise know in any way
For this thank God, and not only for it
For the mood, for the game and for these couplets
For your favorite girl who loves
What is there, and not the other,
Knows dreams strictly
He doesn't need gold, his heart will always be young
His eyes will glisten as always glistened
They will not hide black days of the week
His name is always with friends on lips
He is simply respectable, but not for just like that.
May and destroy his game but such is fate
After all, a fan of blood, he is always a fan!
Chorus.
In oh in about
Life bent but help and get up,
In oh in about
What is life can only know
In oh in about
Thank you to raise
In oh in about
Her name is Moscow.