Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Вор.

In the city garden One girl
I entertained with songs, poems.
He took on his knees, kissed gently
And looked with loving eyes.

To love girls - you have to be rich
You have to be rich, which means - a thief.
And he went again to steal a new one,
So I met the prosecutor.

The prosecutor shouted: "Oh, I still got
For steel doors, behind bars! "
I missed in prison, I missed the sweetheart,
Remembering her beauty there.

Exactly one year later I left the gate,
Somehow I managed to free myself.
I thought: I'll go, I'll find a sweetheart,
The old love will be renewed.

Finally, I found, I came to her home,
But the mean girl cheated.
"You, boy, a thief - This is my sentence.
And forget that I loved you.

Tomorrow the court again, I will be given five years
And they will drive you to the far side.
Years will pass there, my youth
For such a mean girl.