Текст песни Ханыч - Ladri di vita

You do not have a butterfly in my pocket
In the words you are special, but in fact a paw
What is not the word Fortochka, what a napkin
Where did you come to the tattoo
Tramps on Katra rolled until the morning
There is a conversation brother while going game
Suffered earlier and probably always
I will suffer Ladri di Vita
This is something, it is the Trans-Baikal region
Edge of the camps of the Black City of February
Holy Movies will fall into paradise
Jackals crushed hyena fire blazing
What you started brother do not throw
Justice is always helped
There who is behind the barrel in the dungeon of raw
News you send Bandyra
oh brothers Doy oh on the moon not howl
Got into the knocked temple alive
Oh that the world is where not spit mess
And the boyfriend in Barak roads in Kamut