Текст песни Михаил Воровской - Жизнь

I kid gray,

I'm quite young I-17,

Jailed,

And what I do not understand why.

I sit behind bars

And with longing look at freedom.

There are people at the bottom

I can not hold tears.

I thee one quite ill,

Did you forget me?

I bet I'm the chief,

I'm not afraid of prison,

I'm afraid I will not come back to you

Of losts:

There would, stole bread,

And the law is punished so severely.

Eight years later I sit

steel black hair to turn gray

I thee one quite ill,

Did you forget me?

I bet I'm the chief,

I'm not afraid of prison,

I'm afraid I will not come back to you

I'm afraid I will not come back to you