Текст песни Воровайки - Суд присяжных

The jury did not understand you freedom,
It is not given to you by God to judge us.
Do not your kids sleeping in the cold,
And do not steal to live.
Vorovaiki was the need for me
And all my relatives bosota.
Before you all to blame,
Just for the fact that only an orphan.

My tears, the pain of my loss,
Our house was a time was happy.
Before the trash by mistake,
Nurse in our house shot.
Dad turned gray and died of grief,
On the grave Nurse under the cross.
And I got from the Soviet government,
Hunger, cold and breech house.

Babes in your home warm, well-fed,
Hlebushek do not have to steal.
The Tabare Romani, in the open field.
You do not have to spend the night,
Shares orphan you do not want.
I do not want you to black days
Happiness and love is in your home.
May God bless your children.

And now judge as you need,
As padlets prosecutor orders.
Before God, I is not guilty,
Forgiven by God, every thief will.