Текст песни Черняков. В - За тяжкую долю,за тех кто в неволе, кого называю ЗК

Oh, how many camps in Russia
And Russia is great , great
Oh, how many guys behind bars
And devchenok serving time

What they dream about in the camps at night
When heavy sleep their seasick
Black shadow fell sorrow
They are on the face, the eyelashes

Dream of them that are no more camps
And protection is no longer at the door
And they fly home from the ground
like a bird

Pr- in : for a serious share of those in captivity
Who are called Zack
For those who are in jail in Siberia and in Komi
I own a toast

Oh, how many camps in Russia
So no sense to argue with destiny
So, who do not ask
Almost everyone was like under Article

Thief languishing from start to finish
Waiting for amnesty Director DK
And the minister , too , by the way , ZK
Only the former , who served a term

So what can be the same conversation
Know the Lord for us one - Attorney
He has to have one sentence
And the Supreme Court

Pr- in : - * - Losing modul.

Pr- in : - * -
I raise my glass a 3 times