Текст песни Наговицын - Говорила мне мать

My mother said to me: "Don't steal!" Don't give a damn!
"We will live while I still work ..."
I didn’t believe, you fool, in golden words!
And now I am on the bench ...

Ay, lave, lave, lave were lured into a trap ...
They put the opera on the gun from the pen.
Chirp the time, cuckoo, on the road.
Will ring back - I will return to the dear threshold.

A thieves' bench, a family without a breadwinner.
"Funnels" slow down at the door.
Curly stage without halva and without women,
The deadline meets us with bread and salt.

Ay, lave, lave, lave were lured into a trap ...
They put the opera on the gun from the pen.
Chirp the time, cuckoo, on the road.
Will ring back - I will return to the dear threshold.

My mother said to me: "Don't steal!" Don't give a damn!
"We will live while I still work ..."
I didn’t believe, you fool, in golden words!
And now I am on the bench ...

Ay, lave, lave, lave were lured into a trap ...
They put the opera on the gun from the pen.
Chirp the time, cuckoo, on the road.
Will ring back - I will return to the dear threshold.