Александр Дюмин - Люберцы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Somewhere with Zhulebino I hear shooting. But I go home - for the figure to me, if they shoot - so the lads need it. Somewhere after midnight, but I am not in a hurry, I hear the guitar string somewhere. Gene Tonic "Ochakovsky" will drink a sip, a little stand I will remember the brothers. Let us recall the guys who died in Afghanistan, how many people are sticking out of prison. You rarely meet guys decent, cripples their life, death takes away faster. Recall Petlyura - he left the kid, Valerka Korotin left our house. Zvezdin Arkash, we will remember you, as we lack North. "Russian chanson" prosper and live, next to you are always boys. People with a concept value you, if problems - then there will be heat. So I am at home - the bed is cold, I hear shooting with Zhulebino again. Cold chifir will arrange quite, puffing a jamb, dissolve in a sheet. Opachka!