Текст песни Виталий Волк - Роза ветров

That prison, the camp share my bitter,
But I'm not crying for her not to cry.
I like a predator in a trap, but the bondage is not for me
I captivity for themselves deny.
And I'm not collapse if embarked on this path,
On the way my snow and blizzards.
Not looking for his peace, there is a law - it is the thieves -
Do not put a thief in the knees.

It puts life nicks on my heart
Heart aches at night, heart aches day
As the candle burns down a church.
And may take away the will, let him take away the blood,
But on the chest adorns the wind rose,
So - will deny the cops.

Starikov not hurt, boys, children do not steal
I'm not a bitch that like to live on lawlessness
So what I then re-attempt the garbage ...?
And for the fact that thieves put to work.
I have the honor to put on the line, to live a thief and the number "six"
And I go over the precipice on the edge,
But as long as there is a pulse in the veins,
It is unlikely that I shall continue to repeat: "Deny"