Текст песни Воравайки - Катюшин шарфик

all the prisons midnight black soot
young Katyusha accused of stealing
operas during questioning looks unclear
a little girl crying, I do not blame
I just walked past the others stole
an hour from home, you took me
operas threatens Confess bitch
me from the prosecutor not suit thrashing
Katya Katya Katya
heart is torn from the breast
tears pouring tears suffocate
that there will be ahead
Katya Katya Katya
Reschke in the night with lanterns
here each wall ears
and glazochek door
in the chamber neighbor modest success
a brand new home in the morning transfer
there elegant scarf smelling perfume
sweets and fruit book of poems
Katya give anything Olga Irke Lenke
and lay down on the bunk turned to the wall
do not need poetry to her block or feta
and will not go into the throat of my mother's candy
Katya Katya Katya
heart is torn from the breast
tears pouring tears suffocate
that there will be ahead
Katya Katya Katya
Be patient for the future
better not listen to opera
let God judge him
Girl in the evening slumbered quietly
Only somewhere nearby walks famously haunting
on a remote dawn like everyone on the road
Camera woke up feeling alert
Lenka as a stray in the door banged
Kate on the grid slowly rocked
as if ashamed, swung head
replaced her death rope
Katya Katya Katya
frozen heart in the chest
more tears I do not stifle
eternal gloom ahead
Katya Katya Katya
Reschke in the night with lanterns
here each wall ears
and glazochek door
you do not have time to show the world
what you're worth
know whether that in most
broken can not
not important but still
you left verses from family
from everything that was dear
all these days that lived
until that moment
overwhelming your mind
like a ribbon around his neck
at times interrupted breathing
feature of your freedom
simply zero attention
on miravzdanie
that destroys the idea of ​​the beautiful
white clouds stroking red paint as love without affection
thoughts of anguish
on a dead sand dangerous life
putting the mask of evil violence of grief and misery
of you could have made a poet
then what did not write unit and Fet
wrote to you
but alas no you left the light
deciding to fly
towering over the domes up
where there is no suffering