Текст песни Ося Солнцевский - Доля воровская

That's how much of thieves
The entire fate of a window on the grill
I am writing you, my dear,
That's how much of thieves.

Tbilisi I stole quite a few
And in Batumi laid reptiles
I am writing you, my dear
That's how much of thieves.

During the night I was born under the fence
Thieves dubbed me a thief
Mother native named Roman,
And now I rummage through his pockets

And now I sit on the bare boards
I have bread and whatever you want.
There just is not freedom dear,
That's how much of thieves.

In the camps, we were carrying bricks,
From freezing cold hands.
And when the goats destroyed,
And during that period of time we added.

Ah, thank you, Jan, for the parcel!
Ah, thank you, Jan, for & quot; & quot ;! mastyrku
The plan, as it is - bitter medicine,
I had no plan, as the king without a kingdom.

Quiet people, for God's sake, hush.
Pigeons kissing on the roof.
Here it is love itself rejoices
Old Thief of homeland longing.