Текст песни Вазян Ваграм - Выбрал я лагеря

Black night, the moon in a cage
His ears still ringing, Attorney words
Cold hammering views
Grumbling and entered the convent paskuda judge
Cold hammering views
Grumbling and entered the convent paskuda judge chorus
The fate of the judge lit with thee
Again taken to the far expensive
And forgetting sadness separation
I chose laaagerya. 2p
Now your voice to the letters exchanged
Place sweet words, the blue lines
Do not you worry and son almost
The road let my lad not see
Do not you worry and son almost
The road let my lad not see CHORUS
And the years fly like birds Chorny
So often I have dream
the wind blows free Reaching the goal
Son vstretet me and hugs
the wind blows free Reaching the goal
Son meet me and hugs CHORUS