Жека - тюрма - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And I probably had no more than 20,

When in the courtroom, my mother hugged cried

Father said, leave him, he will go a couple

I will tell you a little about education,

We were brought up by the street

We were brought up by the elders,

Someone reads for love, who for life

The tramps will become kings, and it does not matter how they become

Kohl a bitch at noon with a human court, a child will surpass

and you warm my mother my soul hooligan

And you forgive me for the fact that I am my father is so stubborn

The prison is not a temple, it does not let go of sins, and Zek is not God for those actions does not forgive the soul

And do not follow the cops, deny,

Stop a mountain for your neighbors, and not when do not forget, about the mother and father, only the street raised us like that.