Текст песни Хасан Мусаев - ВОР

That's all my dear friend, we are free to you
G C
we are free to be with you forever
Am Dm
Black bird flew over my head
E Am
I return from there really no

I was born and raised in a family of fisherman
from a family that not a trace
though dear mother loved me
but the fate of me and went to hell

Since childhood I did not like the life of farm laborers
not plowed not portnyachil not sow
And with gay punks titled Tale
I set off on the Sunzha hobo

Oh, and it is night was pitch dark night though
the risk of a thief as usual in fact,
but we have worked less than an hour
And return wolves to prey

And in the morning I walked baldela punks
and accordion with shimmering poured
many girls have been in the evening then
and in one of which fell

That beautiful love we must have money
I pondered over these brothers
and then I went to steal the night and day
so to get on closer favorite

Pilfered day and night dressed as a princess
Grandma threw to the left to the right
but one night I flew deaf
and since the beginning of my Drammen

Now the trouble has come to us pours
I yell to her beauty before the meeting
GOOD Morning stone house mother old prison
and freedom, I shouted to the meeting

It was my friend at the end of September
was played Crazy weather
I escaped from prison under a rain cover
and shouted with joy freedom

I wandered all night long to and fro
and I did not believe that I am free
I have an old man full of her house
I knocked at the familiar door

she left did not dare me to the threshold
her dress with Chinese silk
instead of the child's exercise book five years ago
she holds the baby

You whom you what she said to me
but not so you not recognize me
remember how a half five years ago
you caressed a thief

I was told that you're in the escape killed
and I'm happy with the other sections
but for those already five and a half years
I will absolutely forgotten

Here in me blood boil Chechen
I plunged the knife into it like a dough
and to no longer hear the baby cry
He retired from the accursed place

so that your head bowed low
or youth you still dreaming
Drink champagne in front of one more night
and not where we hurry