Текст песни Беломорканал - Молодой вор и отец прокурор

Am Dm
  The pale light of the moon lit up
E Am E
  Old, kladbishensky yard.
Am Dm
  Over the forgotten old tomb
G C
  Cried a young thief
Gm A7 Dm
  Forgive me, dear mother,
G C A7
  You're early in the life is gone.
Dm E Am Am ​​/ G F
  He lost his beloved son,
    Dm E Am
  Father did not find a scoundrel.

  My father, in a large warm house,
  With a new family, the prosecutor.
  He judges people according to the law,
  Not knowing that his son was a thief.
  And here in the dock
  A young boy sits
  And blue eyes
  Prosecutor looks at her father.

               (3rd kup.igrat tone above the floor)

  The prosecutor read out the charges,
  Pristupnikov word is given.
  Judge for you, the citizens of the judges,
  You have to, and I do not care.
  There was a short shot,
  The boy fell to the ground.
 I am your smile before his death syn-
  Thief prosecutor said.

               (4th floor kup.igrat tone higher 3rd kup).

  My dear, my rodnenky boy
  Why are you silent at trial
  He said to me about it before,
  And your dad used acquitted.
  The pale light of the moon lit up
  Old, kladbischenskpy yard.
  Above the old and new grave
  He hanged himself the prosecutor.