Ноги Винни-Пуха - Al Copone - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do you remember when you were still a boy - the time of the streets, gangs and anger, a scar on cabbage soup for a joke - superfluous, immigrant slums. Now all your girls, a Cadillac, a suit and a hat, cigar smoke in your greasy fingers, you shake off the ashes on the floor... Shooters in fashionable restaurants, treats flow like a river, the syndicate is already all assembled and in conversation with their heads. The last quarrel will be with you, there are no disagreements. The competitors' feet are waiting in a basin of concrete.