Текст песни Иван Банников - Тюрьма

I lived in the world 40 years
In taverns I ordered lunch
Knowing that at the front I live or dead
Nobody in the world does not care

But in the Butyrskaya prison felling
I understood how much was wrong
They explained to me that the horses to drop
Before the trial, I do not have rights

The belt and shoelaces away
So I do not pulled off boredom
I have my pants now holding hands
Thank God I they narrow

No point I became blind as a bat
Spoon can`t send in your mouth
Said rim can be cut veins
Until then I thought of the people

Spoon is two inches Width
He has never so vedoval
But it we can not swallow
For the administration of peace

The camera certainly no knife
Salo cut thread sidekick
Mirror ito bricked into the wall
In order not to give the slightest chance

Sometimes for a few minutes
The needle chamber issue
And then watched through the peephole as we Lata
Odezhenku torn his

For the first time in my dashing fate
I feel attention to itself
And I confess to you that care for this
Terribly grateful I prison