Текст песни The Football Factory Band - Родное Бутово

Native Butovo

Dirty porches, urine smells
No windows, no light, I look for clues
Lighters chirknite, their way will highlight
Cursing through his teeth, looking for his castle

Chorus:
I love native Butovo
Butovo! Butovo! Butovo! Butovo!

Here again, in the bus going home I
Again saves player will listen Kolovrat!
Drunken appanenty something whispered to me
A quarter of sparkle with hundreds of lights

Chorus:
I love native Butovo
Butovo! Butovo! Butovo! Butovo!

All the houses are like monsters dirty mouth entrances
Eaten by people without permission - this is our Butovo
Conversely, the Green - here we were born
Grew and Die - is our life

Thank you, dear Butovo,
During our childhood for our childhood
Thanks to the country for new buildings
For them Tajiks and their garbage