Текст песни Бутырка - Кресты

Tap out the clock for me
Replaced I will & quot; crosses & quot;
Well, the next letter in the two lines
Now I have no wife.
He turned in the lock turnover
Here and found the hut for me
Through the bars will break spring
The mood is spoiled judge

And I & quot; Crosses & quot; - Places not so remote as
Read the letter without shame, shameful crumples
My name is LC and leaning
And out in front of another five years, so everything will be

And I & quot; Crosses & quot; - Places not so remote as
Read the letter without shame, shameful crumples
My name is LC and leaning
And out in front of another five years, so everything will be

Bored soul among the walls
On the squares broken Prison
In each hut so sad longing
Who else could bear the cross
Well, I will write here the words,
What would have been more understandable for all
And they sing the wild friends
In pubs, where I was not.

And I & quot; Crosses & quot; - Places not so remote as
Read the letter without shame, shameful crumples
My name is LC and leaning
And out in front of another five years, so everything will be

And I & quot; Crosses & quot; - Places not so remote as
Read the letter without shame, shameful crumples
My name is LC and leaning
And out in front of another five years, so everything will be