Текст песни Капитан Никитин - Пятно позора

A blot on one's escutcheon

In my glass of vodka,
In my hand a dagger.
The girls at my photo
Some bloke squeezed.
First, I drink vodka,
Then I kill him,
To blot
Do not fall into the family.

In my native village
It grows large pine.
And I'm sitting on a chair
Before the morning.
I can not believe,
What is my girl
Could this way dare
Shame my family.

And this vile mug
I still find,
To blot
Do not fall into the family.
Let there be a lot of blood
I'm not afraid of blood.
I'll prove loves,
What I did not cowards.

In my glass of vodka
I'm angry fourth day.
I hate photo -
She casts a shadow
In my village maternity,
In my holy family.
I go and shout strongly:
& quot; You are no longer my! & quot;

(c) The captain Nikitin