Текст песни Александр Вестов - Фонари качаются, с волею прощаются, в лагеря идет этап

Without me bored judge
If I do not come to the process.
On the bench sat me down -
In the interest of onlookers on the court.
And the convoy on the sides of his tracks,
And a witness of something cracking.
Fumes rushing from someone here,
Yes it does not matter - still do not forgive.

Lanterns swinging!
With the will be forgiven!
The camp is a stage!
Lanterns swinging!
I suffer in captivity!
Propolzut every day - do not fly!

They took me with flashing lights:
It covers my first step.
The guard, nudged in the back!
I rolled without vodka and women.
A garden bloomed too wild cherry,
Freestyle smell it in my head,
Opt out of the pool should be
And call waiting every day.