Текст песни Аркадий Северный - По приютам я с детства скитался

As I wandered shelters since childhood,
Without native angle
Oh, why I was born,
Oh, why did I have the buff?

And when I came out of the shelter
And he went employed in the factory,
I am the master of malice is not accepted,
He says he has not left my year.

And I went, boy, wandering,
In my pocket I started shmonat.
As a stranger, in the pockets of bourgeois
I rubles and penny pinching.

Careful time master caught -
I tenaciously caught by the hand,
The judge also did not understand
And I rolled up Lithuanian.

From prison I was a boy, broke,
Again, without angle
Oh, why I was born?
Oh, why did I have the buff?