Текст песни блатные песни - Голуби летят над нашей зоной...

Pigeons flying over our area,
Pigeon barriers nowhere,
How I would like to pigeons
In his native land to fly.

But the fence does not let high
And thorns in several rows,
Hours of watch towers,
And dogs are eager to reason.

Evening burns behind bars,
The sun is melting like a crayon.
In prison bunk sings,
Young tired lad.

He sings as difficult to live without will
With no friends and girlfriends affectionate,
This song was so much grief
What suddenly I heard a prison.

Crying in distant chambers girls
Remembering my youth,
As they had then to whom,
They said gently - love.

Even the strict warden
Against the wall is thoughtful,
He alone paskuda
What kid night left to live.

And in the morning gryanili bolts,
Led the boy to be shot,
And it was the last word -
Give her son to see.

And the dark narrow corridors
I ran boy about five years old,
Rushed to the neck with a scream - & quot; Dad
You Take me with you & quot;

You're flying doves fly,
You fly to distant lands
And darling mother say,
That is no longer the son and his father ....

Pigeons flying over our area,
Blue Nowhere are no barriers.
How I would like to pigeons
On the freedom to fly mother.