Криминал - Уличные Псы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The millennium has passed, the century has come, and with it the devils, the children of Satan, the soldiers of war,

Boots, badge, suspenders, shirt, leather jacket, bondana, eyes of a drug addict,

They walk and roam in hordes, they are still in fashion today,

They feel like owners on the streets,

On our streets, they hang out, when night comes, they kill for whatever they want,

Swastikas, stupid foreheads, stupid looks, stupid idols, why do they need them,

They beat their chests, they say people are a pure race,

Aryans, purebreds, ugh, camels,

Orel, Tula, Moscow, Tambov, Ural, Novosibirsk, Novokuznetsk, Astana and beyond

Hundreds of cities, hundreds of villages, hundreds of thousands, funerals and faces,

Under the pretext of ideas, mass shooting,

Massacres in the subway, in the summer at streetball, on Manege Square,

On the day of their football, in Luzhniki, when two were trampled,

There are millions of us boys, there are hundreds of thousands of them, a herd of pathetic bars, young s***s,

Hand to hand, fist to fist, back to back,

If you need barrel to barrel and bam!!!

Street dogs, street fighters, streets of hope...

Street dogs, street fighters, streets of hope...

Rise to the sound of my rap

A little for courage and trust me blindly,

They were persecuted by our grandfathers, persecuted by their neighbors, with shame and pushed in the neck, and we are their children,

Like a sneak, like a scoundrel, they look for a victim at night,

They take you into the ring and put pressure on you, they don’t care about money,

A pack of jackals are persecuting them for the idea of zero,

Cleaner than clean, cleaner than clean stench,

One at a time in sports sneakers, fucking in a crowd, a red and black flag flutters behind my back,

He will die for an idea if necessary

Fanatics, puppets, soldiers!

There are millions of us boys, there are hundreds of thousands of them, a herd of pathetic bars, young s***s,

Hand to hand, fist to fist, back to back,

If you need barrel to barrel and bam!!!

Street dogs, street fighters, streets of hope...

Street dogs, street fighters, streets of hope...

There are millions of us boys, there are hundreds of thousands of them, a herd of pathetic bars, young s***s,

Hand to hand, fist to fist, back to back,

If you need barrel to barrel and bam!!!