Текст песни Шансон - Школа на школу...

дали осталась молодость, путяга, КПЗ,
И посидели волосы, на буйной голове,
Дворовой нашей мафии давно потерян след,
И только фотографии в альбомах юных лет,

И школа на школу, дворы на дворы, Район на район, шли вперед пацаны, Девчонки, водяра, гуляла шпана,
И ждали нас нары, и срок и тюрьма,

Где Димка, Женька с Ванькую, Влерик и Юрок?
Олег, Серега с Санькою, Андрюха и Витёк?
Где Мишка, Эдик с Лёхаю? Где Колька и Марат?
Руслан, Тимур с Антохаю, Я помню всех ребят!

И школа на школу, дворы на дворы,
Район на район, шли вперед пацаны,
Девчонки, водяра, гуляла шпана,
И ждали нас нары, и срок и тюрьма,

Из досочек сколочены для тенниса столы,
А в школу так не хочется, вновь прогуляем мы,
И гонит нас милиция, с подвалов, с чердаков,
А завтра на комиссию, штрафного приготовь,

И школа на школу, дворы на дворы,
Район на район, шли вперед пацаны,
Девчонки, водяра, гуляла шпана,
И ждали нас нары, и срок и тюрьма,

Коробки деревянные, почти во всех дворах,
И пили на верандах мы, под вечер в детсадах,
И были песни с плясками, от сигарет дымок,
Дружинники с повязками, ментовский казелок,

И школа на школу, дворы на дворы,
Район на район, шли вперед пацаны,
Девчонки, водяра, гуляла шпана,
И ждали нас нары, и срок и тюрьма!!!

gave me youth, courage, bullpen,
And they sat hair, on a violent head,
Our mafia’s backyard has long lost track
And only photos in albums of young years,

And school to school, courtyards to courtyards, District to district, boys went forward, Girls, vodyara, a punks walked,
And the bunks were waiting for us, and the term and the prison,

Where is Dimka, Zhenya with Vankuyu, Vlerik and Yurok?
Oleg, Serge with Sankoy, Andryukha and Vityok?
Where is the Bear, Edik and Lehai? Where are Kolka and Marat?
Ruslan, Timur with Antokhay, I remember all the guys!

And school to school, courtyards to courtyards,
District to district, boys went forward
Girls, vodyara, a punks were walking,
And the bunks were waiting for us, and the term and the prison,

Tennis tables are made up of boards
But I don’t feel like going to school, we’ll skip again,
And the police drive us, from the basements, from the attics,
And tomorrow for the commission, prepare a penalty,

And school to school, courtyards to courtyards,
District to district, boys went forward
Girls, vodyara, a punks were walking,
And the bunks were waiting for us, and the term and the prison,

Boxes are wooden, in almost all yards,
And we drank on the verandas, in the evening in kindergartens,
And there were songs with dances, smoke from cigarettes,
Warriors with bandages, cop kazelok,

And school to school, courtyards to courtyards,
District to district, boys went forward
Girls, vodyara, a punks were walking,
And the bunkers were waiting for us, and the term and the prison !!!