Два года (Edit)

Two years in the zone went down the drain the doors closed, the guard in my back Shouted "See you later, you'll be back" The warm wind of freedom blew in my face hoping for tomorrow, I stepped into this new world I knew perfectly well that things would be different on the outside I wouldn't be understood the way I was dressed I knew that my circle of friends had shrunk I knew that my brother's eyes had narrowed when I was serving my sentence I was greeted by a white powder on a spoon Concave like my life, like these crumbs of trouble, Remind me of my freedom, the words turned into water, I close my eyes. Tell me, brother, how did we get to this point? How did you all scatter, how did you all disappear? I don't understand this, because we were like one family. How did this happen, brother? And my time didn't benefit anyone Two of us were sent to prison because of the drugs How ashamed you were, you couldn't hold back, How is it that we swore blood brotherhood to each other? Have the rules changed, or have you just lost your mind? Tell me, brother, what will happen to us next? Tell me, brother? Tell me, brother? What will happen to us next? Tell me, brother? Listen, brother, I'll tell you how it was here. How the air has changed in two years, and the whole situation has changed. You don't know what it was like when you were licked Black pictures came for our brothers They started to cross the line as if it was the right thing to do Each of my friends became more and more like a bastard The narco-mafia began to grow in our ranks Those who used to be good guys became homeless The gangsters in uniform are running the show, Every third schoolchild has been addicted to heroin for a long time I didn't know that this would happen two years ago I'm afraid to even think about what will happen to us next. But the kid, he wants to hook you up, help you. He's not a huckster, he's a potential junkie's assistant. Former heavyweight boxing champion The addict is now famous, a lightweight in the ass gives for a dose. And what's terrible is that there are too many people like him. Nowadays, youth has found another god. She would reach the end with him. Every second child is already born sick. And what will happen next? I don't even know, with each passing day, life gets worse and more disgusting. I'm grasping at life with withered hands. Don't even ask about what will happen to us next. Tell me, brother. It's forever, we'll never escape alone. Gods of the streets, I can't hear your voices. We'll never escape alone. I can't hear your voices.