Ренат Шарафутдинов - Боломун - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The godfather, the boy is exhausted, goes home, but I do not work. Mamulya you understand, but I’m not working, I understand, she is worried. For the son of Volomut Mamul, do not worry, everything will be cool, and if I will take a cotton again to my mother will buy a bouquet again, and I’ll make a nice life to get rid of the shortage, the choice is always for you, the man you or the rag is a blank deed of a muddy, in life confusing but it teaches how it is pointless to live, a young soul, but how much he was an engine for these 18, aka Daddy's face He promised would not be a braid, but he was tired of being honest and became a vagabond localon her fool and she is a fool, and because she fell in love with our our own, and not to understand your whores, I don’t complain about the heart of Bigyagin, I just answer the question that interests me, why The same as we guys, they will kayfu until the morning and their parents give them a car from the stagnation someone as if in paradise? And I stand on the edge, not for myself, the native, but now the time has passed and the guys have matured, now they don’t smoke grass, and do not need a heel, now a vagrant, intellectual and respected uncle, those who have lowered my father’s salary at night, are sitting on the needles And their parents are crying not to understand anyone, but I know one thing, those who today will fall to the bottom today, and those who are like Magazaaaa, tomorrow at the first Pasha Sen, will be sprinkled with a gas pedal, not like a cloud a normal family, I am not a major and I don’t get a good thing, my mother did everything to make my childhood happy, and the magician fucking, my text is no worse than Basta, not the guys.