Текст песни Криминальный Спектр - Криминальный Спектр

We grew up in the heat of all the provinces,
In close quarters Khrushchev apartments.
Everything that we had - a smile on their faces,
Infinitely yobnuty new world.

Crime spectrum! Cut in and listen!
Here we present one-sixth of the land.
It is our firm! Cut one, brother?
If you are with us, there is no turning back!

We grew up so early, I did not even know,
At one of these days it happened.
In this country, all the nerves of steel,
This I quickly truncating.

What begins Motherland:
With the reality of money and waste
Kilometers of barbed wire,
Millions of useless words.

We are pleased that we have become someone.
And while the head in place,
What would have happened, in joy and sorrow,
We'll be together until the end!