Текст песни Роберт Каракетов - С друзьями выпью я бокал вина

Gm
Let him run, I have grown old
                         Cm
And nothing I do not have time
                        Eb
I was a bully, I do not hoarding
     Cm D
And in my life I cherished freedom
We know that freedom of the road
We know that not everyone is given
You know it only when
Through the bars you see heaven
    Cm F
And somewhere far from my land
      Bb Gm
There's all my relatives and friends all
     Cm F
I miss your warmth
              Gm
His own mother, my
With friends, I picked up a glass of wine
And the freedom to drink to the dregs
I do not run away from here anywhere
I'm in the camp until

And here last minute as the year
And youth passes all
It has crept graying temples
Not really all my life to be held here
The bell rings it was my time to
And ahead of freedom and friends
I hasten to your favorite edge
Meet me my own mother

And somewhere far from my land
There's all my relatives and friends all
I miss your warmth
His own mother, my
The smell of freedom is my life
The wine I drank with my friends to the bottom
Now in my soul spring blooms
camp Farewell

And somewhere far from my land
There's all my relatives and friends all
I miss your warmth
His own mother, my
The smell of freedom is my life
The wine I drank with my friends to the bottom
Now in my soul spring blooms
camp Farewell