Текст песни Владимир Черняков - За тяжкую долю

Oh, how many camps in Russia!
And Russia is great, great ...
Oh, how many guys behind bars
And the girls serving time.

What they dream about in the camps at night,
When heavy sleep their seasick?
Black shadow fell sorrow
They are on the face, the eyelashes ...

Dream of them that are no more camps,
And protection is no longer at the door,
And they fly home on earth.
Like birds.

Chorus:
For a heavy share
For those who are in captivity,
Who are called & quot; & quot ;. con
For those who are in the zone
In Siberia and in Komi
I raise my glass.

Oh, how many camps in Russia!
So no sense to argue with destiny.
It turns out - who did not ask,
Almost everyone was like under the article.

Thief languishing from start to finish,
Waiting for amnesty Director DC
And the minister, by the way, & quot; & quot ;, con
Only the former - who served a term.

So what can be a conversation ?!
Know the Lord for us one prosecutor,
He has to have one sentence
And the Supreme Court.

Chorus.