Текст песни SH Kera - Бродяги Бандюганы

After all, for someone happiness
When the glittering bracelets on wrists
Blato by suit, against the power of the rod
You yourself which adheres to the concepts of
Wool or are you sitting in the boiler hut

The law is harsh but we are brothers together
Act big enough for it at all
Jails and colonies bullpen area
Sitting lads sitting out of the will

Prison imprisoned old
In concrete legs, spoon gruel
Chifirok cigarettes bread crumbs
Prisoner heavy burden

Prison is not hell, can live
We can only carefully
Keep your mouth shut
Do not go there where you do not have to remember the guy

We tramp bandyugany hands in pockets
All his helmet malyavu
Forgiveness only ask my mother
Sorry Mom, I grew up in the country kriminala..2

The criminal world of black politics
We have our own laws, we do not welcome criticism
Let us consider, many refuse
Soon the whole land overgrown with black roses

We are for justice we are for human
And who is not with us is we have such a sea
We are for the true test of thought, sensible ideas
Many people do not understand that warms the heart tramp

Wait zhdemm when spring comes
When the snow melts and the water zazhurchit
Time is life does not stand still
Tramp sings behind a fence
underworld song
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