Саня 90 - Я шёл - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I was walking alone, walking quietly, but I heard footsteps, there was no movement around, no trucks or cars, I turned around, guys were running behind me, I had to speed up, get to the 1st microdistrict, they caught me, kicked me, they carried me hard into some basement, cannabis appeared in my pocket, a crowd is sitting in front of me, what should I do, I have to move out with the guys to have fun, 3 days have passed, drugs have ruined me, they seem to have let me go, my new friends from the basement, I go out, and there the sun is blinding my eyes, I found myself on Komarovo Street, I'm going home, I have no money, all the dough has gone, on high and booze, I take out my phone, and there is a new number, and I sell the sms of smoke for 100 rubles a box, I give it to her, a missed call from my mother, I dial her, I always worry about my mother, everything is fine, they called the police, they were looking for you for a long time, it's good that I dialed, otherwise I was already thinking that you've joined a sect, come for lunch, we'll wait for you at home, I throw down the pipe, I cross the bridge near Rus, the cops are shooting, they drive up to me, show me your documents, I don't have a passport, I answer, I say that I live in 9 "a", they let me go to the van, they didn't put me in jail, I meet my buddy in the park, I jump into the car, he takes me to the yard, my mother is waiting for me at the porch, my father is at work, my brother is in the Moscow region, suddenly someone calls me, in a quiet voice, san, you will have cannabis, I take 100 from my mother, hug her, take the hashish, throw it to my friend for gas and put the cannabis in a bottle, and I constantly torment myself like this, I smoked myself to death and fell off my chair, I had a hallucination, some woman fucked me on the street, after two hours he lets me go, I come home, I still want some, but there is no cannabis, but there is some sausage, a half-empty refrigerator, only cans 3 liters, burnt tomatoes and cucumbers, 5 liters of compote in a saucepan, bread is also lying there, why the fuck live like this, I continue to stir things up.