Текст песни Караулов Вячеслав - Малолетка

As in the Lugansk quarter at the bar
Ment sullen his post guarded
And on the other side of the sidewalk
Tiny with a girl standing

Go away, I hate you
Waughty, I do not love you
You are the thief, well, I am a Komsomolka
I can't love a thief

And went that guy sullen
He went to the wet business
Trash him tied there
Spec Stage on the zone went

Wagon doors open
Tiny is handful
Pouring bitter tear
He says such words

What is going on under the prisons of Soviet
I can not tell you
How do we have youngsters
With tears, rebuild your term

I will throw back, output to the will
There will be a wind we curl tremble
Well, in order to get better
We again go to steal

Friends and girlfriends will gather
And ask about prison to tell
Better drink a glass of moonshine
What prison life remember

As in the Lugansk quarter of the bar
Ment sullen his post guarded
And on the other side of the sidewalk
Tiny with a girl standing