Текст песни Беломорканал - Два Вора

He was one among the vagrants
Thief-maloletochka with Donbass.
The faces merli dad, brother
A nurse in sgibla of the Dnieper.

Small stealing bread for life
Was rubbish fiercely beaten.
Ukraine's mother he loved
Well yak as Kiev did not love it ...

Swarthy little Hutsul
His co-defendant of the Carpathians
All stolen-out and lived
Enemies have burnt native hut.

Muscovites ruined dad
Bayonet butt of the rifle.
The head lush folded
For the independent Ukraine.

Spring blooming chestnuts
And from the sky warmed Kiev sun.
Together they walked to the case
There were two on Khreshchatyk lad.

There was a twinkle in their dushE-
Yes, and it could not be otherwise.
Without lights and courage
Do not see thieves luck.

Boys pulled gamanok-
On tchotchke thrown slut.
But the darkest hour was not far
Narwhal lads on the raid.

Oh, feet, legs, you are my ...
Well, help out, well, home ...
To not have been in the slammer
In the golden years of the lad.

The friend said Hutsul-run
I have taken away the cops yards.
And if will suzhdeno-
We will die with you mate thieves.

Out at sea ships,
Having understood each other perfectly.
Gone with the hope to serdtsah-
To go back to the harbor again.

Gutsuliya stood across the path
With a revolver in orders mentyuga.
Hutsul shirt razorval-
Shoot for Stalin, well ... Bitch ...

Samples fool-bullet chest
It passed by Stalinu- and heart ....
It fell sharply all around
Over the horizon the sun fell.

With Donbass lad braked
And ran back around.
Killer in the back tapestries tknul-
Slopes in sorrow he other.

Avtomtat shied back,
air bullets whistling cut.
Because of the angle shot meanly
The same boy, but the security officer.

One grave for two
One fate in half.
Not passed the boys his life
At the mercy of the cops.

Chestnuts in Kiev bloom
In the chambers of a quiet courtyard.
And where Old Babi Yar
Sleep sleep blissful two thieves.