Текст песни Бродяга - воровские стопы

Pogoarel in pure terms ,
And I lay on tabchane ,
On prison bunks with jamb.
Third year of freedom dream
Veternaya like a bird,
According to the will not become a fool.
And the fools in the world a lot,
We Fools one road
I went to the thieves' footsteps
And I swear by the holy plan,
I live life without deception,
And I swear 'll get a million.
A helluva lot to dress up ,
Pay off and get drunk,
I went to the thieves' footsteps
My capital Makhachkala ,
Give God pray ,
O Allah Kick some my suitcase .