Lyrics Рома Набожняк - Улица

Street

No stake no yard
Grimy kids
On the porches yes on the roofs
Mouse run from cat

Sleeves in snot
Lights in the eyes

Street-street-street-street
Mother, dear!
Street-street-street-street
Life is sick!

And yesterday they found a chervonets
Yes, they fought for him
Nothing bothers so much except
Corner warm

Eyebrow scars
Knuckles bruised

Street-street-street-street
Mother, dear!
Street-street-street-street
Life is sick!

Everything in the world for condensed milk
The rest is for the stew
Juvenile little souls
Give for friendship

Dirt under the nails
Candle hole laughing

Street-street-street-street
Mother, dear!
Street-street-street-street
Life is sick!

Wraps, Ohlamons
The townspeople, chantrap
Yes, we have our own laws,
Yes, we have our own country

All the way around
Such a people!

Street-street-street-street
Mother, dear!
Street-street-street-street
Life is sick!