Иван Щукин - МАМА УЛИЦА
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Mama Street
Where the boys hang out
Whoa
Uuuu
My mom raised me, the street
I know exactly where the boys hang out
Dark courtyards and my neighborhood never blinks
We run through the streets from the bright flashing lights
My mom raised me, the street
I know exactly where the boys hang out
Dark courtyards and my neighborhood never blinks
We run through the streets from the bright flashing lights
Hometown - Syktyvkar
My neighborhood - Ezhva
I lived there half my life
And spent my childhood there
Dark courtyards, you can't escape them
But every boy here will find his place
They'd sneak out of their house at night
Wander around the neighborhood, drinking beer to the gills
Dead guys were like fathers
Here, everyone stood their ground and went all the way
New acquaintances were made every day
What kind of school? Mom, I'm too lazy to study.
I'd rather go hang out with the boys.
It's more fun with them; we've seen a lot.
Remember once and for all.
That only at home are you always welcome.
Love and respect your mother and father.
And appreciate the boys who stand behind you.
My mom raised me, the street.
I know exactly where the boys hang out.
Dark courtyards and my neighborhood don't blink.
We run through the streets from the bright flashing lights.
My mom raised me, the street.
I know exactly where the boys hang out.
Dark courtyards and my neighborhood don't blink.
We run through the streets from the bright flashing lights.
Mom, the street.
Where the boys hang out.
Whoa.
Whoa.