Текст песни Александр Заборский - Таганка

Gypsy woman with cards, long road,
Long road, state house.
Maybe the old central prison
Me, little boy, is waiting for a new one.
Taganka, all the nights are full of fire,
Taganka, why did you ruin me?
Taganka, I am your permanent prisoner,
Youth and talent died within your walls.
Sweet little sister, my beloved,
How hard it is to live in the world.
Wherever I look - around the bars,
And somehow slowly the days pass.