У кольца

You saw how these cities are burning ,
Labeled as maps do not lie .
This karma is not less , not more , boy ,
As the old ring fingers were broken .
Rubbed their skin chewed ball
On the asphalt. What else could dream
Then . These young heads
So still young so bloodthirsty .
They have not yet bitten the years ,
They are still able to take a punch
But neither will be no soon
There will be no penalty on the brink of a foul .
Someone had laid up days
Opened a business , but not those people threw ,
Put on stream , established track,
He has long since dropped the meat from the bones .
On zayuzanyh posters Star NBA,
Rubbed off on the tape on the photo half friends .
Some were lucky , as all of Kent,
Change has already grown to a former punks .
How to return a few years ago ,
Not to change anything , so leave
To shield the ball with those who sleep forever ,
See probably his last trick .

Under the scorching sun , wind , barely breathing ,
Naveet memory thump the ball, hear , huh?
Asphalt then so accurately portrayed our shadows ,
Where are those persons , where is - where is the time?

On the old school grounds hanging ring for basketball ,
Where it is not just throwing , when we had a lot .
Now there is no grid and rusty shield
Ten years dull appearance forgotten.
Blame the years , someone put an ultimatum
Pants shorts , let me on the card stock .
For more muddied by more inflated form types ,
Forgot name as Kent with courtyards.
In the new, circling suckers deprive canines
Last dimes , bypassing cops shackles
By greedy for lave cows and their horns.
Each such what , shelter dangerous and severe.
And the blood spattered zone three seconds
Then nobody thought upekut half .
And all the gold for a living - nothing for a corpse ,
After hitting cola right on living in the side bluntly .
Before throwing into the ring, now youngsters
And someone is hiding his face and not smears spetsom
From custody in Pagon and mother with father
And of course do not say where takes you offered even five .
Ate one rash, one debt
Herded into a loop and hung in the woods near the river.
Nina jerks in the ring , and I stomp past
Digging wheels along with a groan hungry hands .

Under the scorching sun , wind , barely breathing ,
Naveet memory thump the ball, hear , huh?
Asphalt then so accurately portrayed our shadows ,
Where are those persons , where is - where is the time?

Now someone with a ring on the ring ,
Someone in soaped ring the ceiling finished in the bathroom,
Wrists someone's hands rubbed the ring in jail ,
And I remember the old ring those years .