Verse 1

Two little brothers coming straight out the gate

After kindergarten, yeah, we can't wait

Riding in the backseat, cruising real slow

Gotta make a pit stop before we go home

Sasha wants the snacks, Vanya wants the treats

Grabbing all the good stuff, filling up the seats

Chorus

2 брата, весёлые ребята

Heading on home while the sun sets low

2 брата, весёлые ребята

Stopping for the nyam-nyam, ready to go

Verse 2

Sun goes down and the lights get dim

Sasha got the small guns, load 'em to the brim

Vanya wants the big ones, heavy on the hip

Locked and loaded for the evening trip

Lining up the targets, clear out the street