Текст песни Беломорканал - ЧЕЛОВЕК ИЗ ТЮРЬМЫ

Autumn creepy at this year
The cold-snake near Telaga slides.
Prison man with Sidorka
At the vocational bench sits.
Often goes out the crude whiteom,
Autumn leaves fallen burns.
Man of prison,
No one at the threshold is waiting.
Chorus:
A man from prison, he is like all the man.
A man from prison, he served his century.
A man from prison, he is a proverb.
A man from prison, on the hallings of Harces.
Man where? - does not matter,
Although west, and better south.
From whom and where you can't understand
Challenged, vicious circle.

On the peer soon the snow will fall,
Autumn Zrayy in the soul looks.
From prison for the people, he is a zek
Man on a bench sits.

Chorus.
Hopelessness remained in the eyes
Legs are like a porch.
Man on a bench sits
With patients with yellowed face.
He is not needed now to anyone
No on the will of friends, no girlfriends.
He will return back to prison,
This is a black lifetime circle.
Chorus.