Слова к песне пацаны с моего двора
Обновлено: 09.11.2024
Припев:
Сейчас у каждого своя игра,
Пацаны с моего двора.
За пазухой кроется правда,
Пацаны с моего двора.
Сила всегда идет за брата,
За пацанов с моего двора.
Эти дома напомнят нам те года,
где бы небыли,
Пацаны с моего двора.
Привев:
Сейчас у каждого своя игра,
Пацаны с моего двора.
За пазухой кроется правда,
Пацаны с моего двора.
Сила всегда идет за брата,
За пацанов с моего двора.
Эти дома напомнят нам те года,
где бы небыли,
Пацаны с моего двора.
Сейчас у каждого своя игра,
Пацаны с моего двора.
За пазухой кроется правда,
Пацаны с моего двора.
Сила всегда идет за брата,
За пацанов с моего двора.
Эти дома напомнят нам те года,
где бы небыли,
Пацаны с моего двора. Last cigarette smoke leaves
I am left with only nicotine,
And he knows that he will not let go ,
And in the end it will destroy .
(2 times)
SIMAG . Kid with my yard ! E !
It seems that recently, the court was not so thick .
Has always been considered a leader , but remained simple.
How would his children , who grew up long ago.
With the motto always fight for his word . Among neon boards and old houses , where the dust is constantly underfoot boys. Sdes guitar sounded in unison with the voice.
Familiar motifs of evil all over the yard . A couple of bottles of red water of deshovoy . Safely posit simply enjoy a smoke .
In the morning woke me one of my homies . Cut in the paternal patifonchik , Mouzon 's more fun !
On the benches discussing nighttime viewing window.
Who, when , where, and with whom and for what. I was all exactly , we smoked with all the guys in the stairwell .
Cheap tobacco on taschak always have a place to pull off .
Evening make plans , and then how it goes .
Whether it's hot or the sky will frown .
Interrogation is a consequence of yesterday.
Who is right and who is wrong , again looking for the extreme .
Chorus:
Now everyone has their own game
The boys from my yard.
In the bosom lies the truth,
The boys from my yard.
The strength is always a brother ,
For kids from my yard.
These houses remind us of those years ,
wherever nebyli ,
The boys from my yard.
In the afternoon, something in the garage sorted out,
about something .
Might just locomotives start with.
We did not put any vosrast and how much weight .
There can arrange any small batch !
And let courtyard accumulated a lot of machines. Mother said sternly, stay home, son .
And I did not listen , and saw how everything changes . Dovolno difficult everything in this game is to become .
And we did not choose to live on what we scenario , and what kind of genre I still do not Know .
This court has trained and boys amassed . Way to choose , then what is believed. Every where you build your own happiness. Disappearing or staying with me in touch. And maybe when these sneakers again go through the land , the native yard !
Chorus :
Now everyone has their own game
The boys from my yard.
In the bosom lies the truth,
The boys from my yard.
The strength is always a brother ,
For kids from my yard.
These houses remind us of those years ,
wherever nebyli ,
The boys from my yard.
Now everyone has their own game
The boys from my yard.
In the bosom lies the truth,
The boys from my yard.
The strength is always a brother ,
For kids from my yard.
These houses remind us of those years ,
wherever nebyli ,
The boys from my yard.
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