Текст песни Воровайки - Пожизненный срок

There is now no sweaters or yubchonki
Only bushlatik in greyish line
Dali term life girl
Boots pushed alone
Tails hard to make without reason
Indifferent to the complaints and moans
And she fell under the bunk
And fingernails scraping on concrete

Chorus:

Sodragaetsya girl's body
In the heart of a ray of hope burned
Damn you, propyl Yeltsin
Why are you shooting canceled?
Do not ask me for forgiveness in the temples
Do not go with a wedding ring
Listen, mom, good mom
Better just to the wall face

Days and nights seem centuries
Bread tossed like a beggar coin
There are many in Russia terrible cameras
But scarier than that in the world there is no
Behind prison tower in mockery
The bumps on the graves zekovskih
Do not break bushlatik rope
Hands poor girl can not