Текст песни А.Климнюк - За делишки воровские

For thieves affairs
I Hapanul five.
Only you, my Oxana
Anyway wait for me.

Whether you are modest and reasonable,
Himself rigor hold
Think about the consequences:
At the time put on the blades!

Unwind your pyaterik I
That call - time to go home!
Come, and the hut
Already Stipa other.

She threw herself at my feet
Go to cry: "Do not kill"
We parted our roads
On, suchenka, it turns out.

How was sharpening
I do not understand in my hand
And I walked in, and there remained
At the heart of whores light.

Fraer did not understand,
From fright he fell
And then on the quiet sadness
The corridor has fallen down, the jackal

Called as seen, gelding
And the cops right there too
Then again on the new measure
Already passed route.

But now it has a point
I nameryanno full.
The broads mountain. That's for sure!
Patsanva answer.