ALEKS ATAMAN, FINIK - У мамы хулиганы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I’ll blast the music in the "Nine," roll up a fat joint

Two young punks... won't back down from a fight

The city’s swarming with Civics—where did all the bumpers go?

You guys got busted long ago—yeah, you cops!

Don't try to heal our wounds; Mom’s got hooligans for sons

We bring her tulips—stoned music-lovers, on the run

We flew high like black birds in the sky

Mom, forgive us, but we broke the fate we were dealt

Mom, forgive us

Mom, forgive us

We flew high like black birds in the sky

Mom, forgive us, but we broke the fate we were dealt

My partner and I—two young punks—play a game of "checkers"

The squad car’s tailing us, lights flashing—we’re like Ninja Turtles

We tear through the streets in our "Nine," driving way too bold

Girls' eyes sparkle as we overtake the Mercedes fleet

Forget it—don't even try to catch us now

Don't crash out—just chill out—and remember your own moms

I slam the gas pedal down, making my exit in style

Ulyanovsk is behind us; Russia lies ahead

Don't try to heal our wounds; Mom’s got hooligans for sons

We bring her tulips—stoned music-lovers, on the run

We flew high like black birds in the sky

Mom, forgive us, but we broke the fate we were dealt

Don't try to heal our wounds; Mom’s got hooligans for sons

We bring her tulips—stoned music-lovers, on the run

We flew high like black birds in the sky

Mom, forgive us, but we broke the fate we were dealt

— Mom, you know what the best thing about a dog is? A dog won't swear its undying love to you one minute, and then go jumping into strangers' beds the next.

Don't try to heal our wounds; Mom’s got hooligans for sons

We bring her tulips—stoned music-lovers, on the run

We flew high like black birds in the sky

Mom, forgive us, but we broke the fate we were dealt