Текст песни Катерина Голицына - Тюрьмы, лагеря

Zakolyuchenoy script lines
on leaf formed a word.
You're not in tears swamp my handwriting,
your daughter is still alive.
Let fate in the balance only baptize
But the soul is not Soryu in dreams,
and sings me songs night
blizzard as a child you are.

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Prison camp yes forwarding
Once you whip few drinks Breda
not as I do and bandit,
to seeing you die.

Otshumela almost heaven
Carousel those distant days,
where vital for the loaf of bread
peregarchik your guests.
And I went on slippery seams,
well as youth in the warm May
broke into my soul cry
disadvantaged flocks.

CHORUS.

An hour later, at the barracks outside
gray dawn fall.
I could have used to write about friendship,
that saves me from harm,
and about how beautiful is
on the taiga river fog,
Only because you will understand, my dear,
that all this is a sham.
CHORUS.