Текст песни Воровайки - батя учил наташу чужое в руки брать

My father was a thief authoritative
A game of cards in a virtuoso
He is my Mamane ???
Brought a basket of yellow roses
I grew habitual girl -
Schoolyard yes violin usual
And to start up in bed sleeping kitten
But now learned ???

Father, dear father,
Debts not play
Why are you my daughter Natasha
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught in the hands of someone else's ...

I grew docile and timid
And my father was afraid to talk
He tucked me under her ass
To open the window, I could
Mother is always with a smile tired
We met with the case, as with the war,
In ten years I became domushnitsey,
A sixteen were boys.

Father, dear father,
Debts not play
Why are you my daughter Natasha
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught by someone else

I do not paint the lips and eyelashes -
Behind bars all prohibited
Mother hid doctors in the hospital,
A father to the cemetery for a long time
But suddenly schipnёt heart as frost
And finally on the bunk vsplaknu
If you recall the night Roses
That my father wore Mamane

Father, dear father,
Debts not play
Why are you my daughter Natasha
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught taught

Father, dear father,
Debts not play
Why are you my daughter Natasha
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?
Taught in the hands of someone else to take?