Plamenev, Vladimir Kornienko все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Doing my business gets harder and harder,
My mates are whining and cops’ siren is louder;
The outside men are filling our backstage,
But we can’t throw them out, cuz they’re killing our rampage.
The kingpin said, we need pluck up for action;
Go straight to Moscow to settle the question.
I wouldn’t like doing my way through corpses,
But I’ll kill everyone who opposes our forces.