Текст песни Э.С.Т. - Жизнь на московских окраинах

I came here when I was a greenhorn
I throw the anchor and sat down for a long time
The women, booze, drugs, fights
Motorcycles and lawlessness
This is my home, my board
My Third Rome, my ISTFUK
My temple and my pantheon
I like it just as a fact

Living on the outskirts of Moscow
Winds and dreams, the winds and dreams
Living on the outskirts of Moscow
Living on the outskirts of Moscow

Here you can safely zatarivatsya beer
You can normally sandals wine
At night, have a right to brute force
To labor and heroism when daylight
Your best friend - finarez on the pocket
The best teacher - a broken tooth
Six, Ace: it does not disappoint
It - your defender and the court

Living on the outskirts of Moscow
Winds and dreams, the winds and dreams
Living on the outskirts of Moscow
Living on the outskirts of Moscow