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The roads of boys will be divorced
Scatter
Born there
where they do not leave their

Playing with fate
keep a blow not enough
Where there are no rules
Keep the trump card in your pocket

Boys Roads will divorce,
scatter
where you can't find
Where they did not dream

in pursuit of a beautiful life
It will be easy
to lose yourself
Lose neighbors

A tired look will tell
how painful it was to fall
How unpleasant to feel
Metal blade

Fate is not in the know
what will be left without a share
But somehow it is not to taste
Treat wounds with salt

If you give a slack
Then they will pick up everything
Or hit the first
Or don't stick your nose

Offended do not complain
They have a different demand with them
A short conversation
With those who have many words

You can't live beautifully
Boys from the outskirts
Pitbul's grip
Complete harsh streets

You will become a piece of meat
They’ll bit his hand through
Hungry from birth
not knowing fear

Who praised from the bottom
That honey is sweeter
Your problems are zero
If you have innocent dirt

Here money is in pockets
Uncle will not spread
The boys smoked
uncle was remote in shape

Rising, remember
Who was with you with you
When they divided the bread
for a piece for a brother

And remember autumn
Who stayed with you then
There were two of you
and those of Baha came out five

It's hard here without a brother
No need to lie to me
not measured in carats
what cannot be sold

Friendship of boys
You can't bite the coins
their laughter even in a cold
Heat the soul

Even if you are wrong
Do not be afraid
Mark the cuffs
Where things are sewn

Roads will divorce
But I promise to meet soon
Let's sit
We dream