Текст песни Moros - Улици Самары

The rats in holes, close all the curtains,
You have a mouth with foam around slyshutsya groans.
Lanterns in the area, not exactly paradise Namber Wan
There steeper creeping our salaam.

We are rolling at the area on the steep airah,
You roll to the clubs in the major flyers.
And our soul is nothing here to see prices do not stand,
We do not go, and we will not go into the walls systems.

With us whiskey and Coke, do not bullshit me that drunkards,
Force enough to make you Zhivova puppy.
Vytvorali is that you do not even dream of,
Our names asshole knows uchestkovy police.

But now the police is like epolyutsiya,
They ostayutsya always CORUPTION nose.
In Samara, everything runs its normal course,
patsyki blow reeling horizontal bars are not ochem