Текст песни их было 3 - Бумер Субудай Я

There were three of them ... two times three ... there were three of them ... Chorus: There were three of them, three best friends, Knew that they were responsible for each other. Everyone in the neighborhood said they were brothers. They joked that their friendship would not break and curse. They swore like they would be together, until death, until their last song. And not for nothing was what was said by them. These three fates were unhappily connected. Serega - a strong guy like a stone Brought up by his father, that now the term is shaking. From my father was like that. Brave and brave Serega never repeated twice, Mother is sick after a stroke, losing the elder, the heart will not stand the next loss of the younger, I had to steal Serega. Otherwise, my father used to say, boys do not cry. Max - let's say so romantic, loves his girlfriend, runs to her like a sleepwalker. And so from the sixth grade with Natasha together. And the parents against the early for the bride Max says everything will settle down. And we'll leave, you hear, we'll leave. Natasha laughs, but believes, strongly believes that she will wait. Dima - usually falls asleep behind the steel, why, he writes poetry, street poet, Max calls him so, but he keeps repeating Time. In the turnip the force still breathes, rewriting hundreds of sheets per night, the broken capillaries of the red eyes on the side, said the dream of living to become, the repertoire of Russia, I will write while there are thoughts while there are forces. It's noon Tuesday, everyone's got in touch with the boys, and the mother of Sergei Serebryat is usually packed before leaving, says my son, you're full, I've eaten my mother, I need to meet the guys, I'll go okay, and then I'll get to Vremitsa, I'll be at ten moms. do not worry, sleep .. the mother that day did not sleep, strangely hurt in the chest. Refrain: Max, as usual, came all earlier, because he always sat with Natasha Dimon, approached, the latter was late, did not get enough sleep, did not wash did not drink breakfast, Seryoga spoke as yesterday at his entrance, what kind of greyhound frogs he had to drive, I on Human to them, guys be quiet. but those guys did not even want to hear, Max told them everything. About my dream, I'll take Natasha away, and we'll live in paradise, there's Russian rap, Dima kept saying, soon My truth will be on the shop window, gray says father will soon be out, thank God, two weeks yet. Wait very little, the mother will become easier and me as something easier, I would that the father went out, and not More. The conversation with beer, with jokes, reached the evening, the sky became stars marked, today exactly at. Ten was promised to me by my mother, Dimona and Max, I also had nothing to do so forever, I said goodbye to Max, Turned to Natasha, Dima on the way with Sergei, they went on, okay, as long as the poet, on his shoulder patted, Gray ran into the entrance, Dimon alone home drowned, in the entrance noise and mats, the smell of fumes, this is the Kompashka, that yesterday there was a booze, their three, two without a bazaar for a stroke, grabbed the third in the third, that there are forces. Breaking the hat, the blade flashed suddenly, and the reaction blew, the bitches rushed down the gray hares, when they saw Kuchka, scattered all around Dimon, rushing off to the spot, ran to Serega by a crow, on the second floor, Serega lay, in front of eyes, ice cheeks, barely breathing , with my hand closing the wound in a whisper wheezing, Brother as a mother, breathe Serega son of a bitch, you're stronger than death, remember, we swore, we'll be together until the Last Song, only the last tear without an answer rolled, the hand weakened, everything ... There's no silver ... Chorus : Stumbling, falling through the night Dima ran, Before my eyes in Looking Seregi looking past knocking at Natasha: & quot; Open! I need Max! " Max came out & quot; "Is it a fire?" & quot; Much worse ... & quot; Explaining everything, our sleeves and gathered, rummaged the area, found, weak to beat did not try. Who stabbed Sergei, they instantly confessed, Without thinking for a long time with an eye for an eye figured out. They knew that those two were trash, they could not return home, they would still wait for the cops. Somewhere it was necessary to sleep for four days ... Friends were hiding with hunger and cold exhaustion. Max called Natasha, no one answers, I have to tell her that everything is all right, She's not familiar