Текст песни Бока - ДОЛЯ ВОРОВСКАЯ

That's how much of thieves
Let's go sit jail lattice
I am writing you, my darling, oh Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves.

I stole in Tbilisi is not enough
And in Batumi laid bastards
I am writing you, my darling, oh Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves.

During the night I was born under a fence
Thieves dubbed me a thief
Our mother called Ramadi, oh Mamadzhan
And now I'm under the plan kicks.

And now I sit on the bare boards
I have bread and whatever you want.
Only there is no freedom dear, oh Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves.

In Magadan long we sat
Ate, drank, we played cards
Ate, drank, we played cards
Softly, softly humming share
Ate, drank, we played cards
Quietly, quietly remembered Bock

[Here solo]

Ate, drank, we played cards
Quietly, quietly remembered Bock
Ate, drank, we played cards
Quietly, quietly remembered Bock