Текст песни Уникальные лагерные песни 30-х - 60-х годах - Часовой

Who has not been in prison, can not be judged,
How much it is full of horror,
And who he was - he really does not help,
Will I have to wait for the end.

    All! Child calm,
    To this boy is not crying.
    Prison doors slightly open slightly,
    So he saw the freedom!

    I fell on the bench, my heart sank,
    Remembering the house, native steppe.
    From prison again resounded:
    & Quot; open the door, I'm blind! & Quot;

    All! Child calm,
    To this boy is not crying.
    Prison doors slightly open slightly,
    So he saw the freedom!

    All stood and listened to the moans,
    Like an owl in a tree, dry
    And as if he was tearing our souls,
    Enjoying a piece of blood.

    All! Child calm,
    To this boy is not crying.
    Prison doors slightly open slightly,
    So he saw the freedom!