Текст песни Александр Заборский - Под конвоем

Under police escort
Along the road along the Shepherds
Under police escort,
Spit in the snow this obscene language.
And, tell me,
Why should I be happy,
What raised my bitches,
What lifted this early hour ?!

Under police escort
My thoughts, my feelings
Under police escort.
Right, left - it is considered to be an escape.
I run
And then I will lay,
I like running,
So Ruhnu Kul in the snow.

Under police escort
Hands behind your back in bracelets,
Under police escort
Along the composition of the heading in the "funnels".
But do not expect
From melancholy wolf did not conquer.
Will bone
Will the bone across the throat!

Without convoy
Let out of the gate to freedom,
Without convoy
And you do not need to run anywhere.
And freedom
Opened in the summer of sultry ...
And time for me to restaurants,
What little money - nothing.