Текст песни Манвел и Артур Амирян - Поппури

That's what a fraction of thieves
All life is given to the prison lattice
And I write to you my native Olya, Ai Janulul
Here is a thieves share
And I write to you my marina, Ai Marina
This is what the proportion of Armenian

I told not little in Tbilisi
And in Batumi laid the Gada, Ai Mama
And now I write to you my native, Ai Mama Jan
That's what a fraction of thieves

But there are many specialties in the world
Grow their kids
Theft as an exception
Boys are given from birth

From childhood garbage in prison closed
Bread did not give only beat
Breaks shot me Bodhaga, Ai Mama Dzhan
I became so in life I'm a tramp

Strumps in life do not need a lot
So that the fate of the reptile
And in life I will be
All that is inherent in thieves

Rings a call, it's time to part
It's time to part with a bad head
Tears bitter mother will sleep
I'll not soon come back home

My life is crazy, cards and prison
Come on Brother Zamasket Jacn
With a shoal of chilim in Stavropol I will come
Missing Listen and the soul will be allowed

In the share of the sun where Fergana
Trades a sage Pasha
Bony Chilima and Valit Smoke, Smoke, Smoke
Hello huge all planned