Текст песни Олег Протасов - Арестантская

No trains rush here
From here there are no doors to freedom
And an ace of diamonds like a star
Burning on our backs, we're in captivity
And the prisoners hear the mat
And shackles thunder everywhere
Ask anyone: “Blame”?
And he will answer: “I will be a reptile!”

Not guilty, not guilty
Fate is like hell
I am delirious in Sakhalin
Rattling chains
You go around there ocean
With a tramp argues as if drunk
I guess _______ I got to my mother

Siberia seems to us like Paradise
Central Vladimirsky is dearer
And here you want, choose
One of the evils that will be meaner
Consumption in a moment will eat you up
Ile will be eaten by a friend on the escape
Here everyone lives for himself.
Forgetting God, man

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