РОКС - Дети трущоб - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

From the dorms and rotten two-story buildings we couldn’t see where we were...

We haven’t even tried it, something sweeter than the yard theme.

Before my children's eyes, those that were a little older were expanding through the veins.

Every evening Bobby comes to his neighbor... Screams, screams, splashes - on the walls,

But here everything is calm and, thank God, we often fell, but not a lot.

Then I follow small paths behind the fence, through the dark yard to spots and hangouts

I got my white sneakers dirty, I was young, but I understood a lot from advertising speed with a balloon,

Along the perimeter there were wheelbarrows of smoke and groans - many were submissive to this temptation.

I went for a walk and it was dark, and I met my dad with a knife in his pocket again on the way out the door.

Some narcs tried to steal my bike, there was a bag hidden, but there was nothing in it except a SIM card and someone’s documents,

Someone must have measured it.

The air is saturated with the smell of poison,

An abandoned Ford at the store has been standing like this for five years in a row,

Under the squirrel from the dorm is the not forgotten flight of that guy with junkies.

The ambulance across the road scrapes them off the asphalt,

The usual news from an evening party, to say the least, there’s no point in adding - everyday life,

And red-haired Nastya, at thirteen, is much more than prodigal.

We ran away from the gopniks fiercely, doing parkour with our pussies...

Yes, we are children of slums and temptations to disappear, alas, those who could not were taken away by this dirt,

A steel door with a key from the interior, a lock and a latch, so that - not a single scum.

For us, little things and simplicity became happiness, we grew up and learned, alas, in such a class

And even without knowing each other, we are in touch - we are capable of everything and have very sharp teeth.

Because!

We are children of slums and temptations to disappear, alas, those who could not were taken away by this dirt,

A steel door with a key from the interior, a lock and a latch, so that no scum.

For us, little things and simplicity became happiness, we grew up and learned, alas, in such a class

and even without knowing each other, we are in touch - very capable and very toothy.

And now, what has changed?We have become what we have become.

Thanks to mom and dad, they didn’t choose anything, they gave us what they simply gave us.

I even remember with warmth these garages and sheds, the godforsaken hotel construction site,

At first I didn’t even believe that they cut veins there, moss grew on it - giving it meaning.

The older brother and the healthy guys from the yard said:

Here’s the thing: be careful, don’t wander around in the dark and don’t make friends with those deer under any pretext.

If you call us and don’t get into these cars, no matter what they tell you,

They will take you to pieces, and then simply, and then simply, sell you on the market...

These are the landscapes, paintings - we have seen everything in our world, there is no lyricism here.

They were doused with gasoline, burned and demolished when they were abandoned...

Yes, we are children of slums and temptations to disappear, alas, those who could not were taken away by this dirt,

A steel door with a key from the interior, a lock and a latch, so that no scum.

For us, little things and simplicity became happiness, we grew up and learned, alas, in such a class

and even without knowing each other, we are in touch - very capable and very toothy.

Because!

We are children of slums and temptations to disappear, alas, those who could not were taken away by this dirt,

A steel door with a key from the interior, a lock and a latch, so that no scum.

For us, little things and simplicity became happiness, we grew up and learned, alas, in such a class

and even without knowing each other, we are in touch - very capable and very toothy.