Текст песни Александр Новиков - Блатной

Guitar fight all yard kosil

I knocked him out how could

And he always asked him to Hmly:

"You play me play, Sanёk"

He worried a halted yard

From bitter tel, but the tears did not lil

Once there was a pocket thief

But quietly drank and spoke

Chorus:

"Thieves.

Life won like a saber.

I tied. And I wonder only silence.

But so nice for my eyes

Hear music where I myself

Blessed ... Blessed. "

And I was 15 years old

We offered smoking the thieves

From the thick pack of cigarettes

We all pulled one

And in the Siza Marchev-smoke

Without looking at the pick of his boy

I fell alone

Knock off his tear

Chorus.

He tied up yes not quite

He left for him

All by the transcendent dela

Accompany the lost us

I'm at the apostle Peter

From paradise to turne the door door

I will run everyone - it's time to come.

And I can not, because I'm thirsty.

Chorus.