Текст песни Пятилетка - Суета в лагерях

Vanity, in camps New Year
Humming huts like beehives
All mothers write letters, and even the
Who is freezing with a gun in sentry
New Year in a very simple camps
For native mothers first toast
His outcast children no longer wait
And man has no more true than the prisoner's mother
New Year in a very simple camps
For native mothers first toast
His outcast children no longer wait
And man has no more true than the prisoner's mother

Vanity in the camps in December
Chief walks in the morning under a fly
And there are rumors that the post office has long burned
But this is only just a rumor
New Year in a very simple camps
For native mothers first toast
His outcast children no longer wait
And man has no more true than the prisoner's mother
New Year in a very simple camps
For native mothers first toast
His outcast children no longer wait
And man has no more true than the prisoner's mother
The prisoner's mother ...