Pravles Redneckoff 🇷🇺 Z

In the dark alleys where

They used to tell fairytales,

And the local punks

Truly believed in them,

My life sped off,

Like a sled down a hill –

Didn't jump off in time –

And that was the end of me.

And I dreamed, in the smoke

Of a prison nightmare,

That I returned to

That youth of mine.

And I also dreamed of

My guitar,

And with it, out of habit,

I sing my old refrain.

"Once upon a street there lived

A certain criminal guy:

Doing time and more time –

Ah, never to see freedom in his life!

Once upon a street there lived

A certain criminal guy.

He'd go to jail and back again,

Who's more of a crook – I can't explain."

Back then a beauty

Gave me the eye for nothing –

I didn’t believe her,

As a thief mustn’t believe.

And she stayed forever

In a far-off fairytale,

Behind a fence of barbed wire

That won’t ever let me leave.

Where in spring the poplars

Shed their fluffy feathers,

Where I would run for her,

Catching them in breathless glee…

But then I wake up and

With the iron door's slam

I shut that youth

Away from me.

"Once upon a street there lived

A certain criminal guy –

He didn’t steal – or maybe did,

But he sure lived the gangster style.

And once down a street he followed

A girl, a real tough belle,

He went after her, and I did too –

But I had more street cred as well."

But maybe one day,

That door will open wide,

And they'll lead me out in a shirt

Whiter than white.

And again, like a memory,

They’ll march out in a line –

Parading like poplars

Dressed in Sunday whites.

And the days on the wall,

All crossed out in lines,

And at the end – a square

Of an unlived time.

So I guess me and freedom

Have now switched places –

So this refrain

Is now about me.