Текст песни Вахид Аюбов - Доля воровская

I was born at night under the fence
Urcov darted me by thief
Mother called novel
And friends nicknamed a drug addict
Mother called novel
And friends nicknamed a drug addict

I told not enough in Tbilisi,
And in Batumi laid, Gada.
And now I am writing to you, Native, Ai Mamajan
That's what the proportion of thieves.
And now I call you, native, ah mother
That's what the proportion of thieves.

In camps we collected shokles
From frost hands frozen
At night, Kozlov destroyed, ah mamjan
And for this time we added
At night, Kozlov destroyed, ah mamjan
And for this time we added

Cherry people, sake of God, quieter
Pigeons kiss on the roof
Doves dove hugs, ah mamjan
Golden mountains promises
Doves dove hugs, ah mamjan
Golden mountains promises