Текст песни Ольга Арефьева и группа Ковчег - Костюмчик новенький

Brand new suit, wheels with a creak
I traded for a prison canvas,
I've seen a lot of grief over these eight years
And not one hair shed on me.

And outside the window is good weather,
A young month is shining through the window ...
And I have to sit for another four years,
My soul hurts like I want to go home!