Текст песни Юрий Борисов - Вот опять сижу я за решёткою

Here I am again sitting behind bars
I look at the street with longing
A tear rolls so quietly
On the skinny - yes in the face.

I wanted brothers with my bare hands
In prison, break the bars
But I’m shackled, bro, by shackles,
And now I can’t escape from here.

And why do you walk in front of the prison
Well, you knock hooves,
And you go free with fraers
And you completely forgot about me.

Do you remember, Sonya, as you said,
That you know thieves
Now you roll to mother
With such talk.

Because of you I'm sitting behind bars
With a longing I look outside
And the tears are rolling, brother, little by little
On my skinny face.