Speak, that teenagers envy those,
Who has left the quarters for ever.
Probably, but I shall remind, that is
People happy with that they here.
Let's tell, how a fairy tale for the night, that in the dreams
You saw again this game in **** and a check.
The brother, I heard histories, where bosses and leaders,
Could kill a heap to people and bathe in blood,
Us have forced to believe and we were led,
These stereotypes already for a long time have got accustomed.
Do not trust a surface, and that will go on a bottom,
Any positive hero, one gangsters,
We are young, yes, but by a life are beaten,
New forces on the approach, your protection cracks.

Has passed that time when we were slaves.
From bottoms we became tops,
One became engineers and work on conscience,
Others and have remained to dream of the best share,
But basically, hopes at all one,
Everyone dream of the house, about the wife, about love.
But in a present society the essence is those,
The more richly you, the worse at you friends,
Aggression today becomes more and more legal,
I wish to leave from this everything, I want a life normal,
Values vary, people go mad, and
For some reason respect achieve money,
And at once the majority of enemies become friends.
But in it ourselves are guilty.