Текст песни Mr. Credo - Доля Воровская

That's how much of thieves
All my life given prison lattice,
And now I am writing to you, my dear - ah, my mother-jan! -
That is how much of the thieves.

Share share share ...
Share share share ...
That is how much of the thieves.

I got up in the city in which
I became acquainted with the famous thief.
He told me about the underworld life - ah, my mother-jan! -
And about their share of thieves.

I know, and let all the people know,
What thieves do not put behind a cage.
Lawlessness they are not allowed to - ah, my mother-jan! -
And thieves for that respect.

Tisci, people, I ask you to be quiet -
Pigeons kissing on the roof.
Doves with doves cooing - ah, my mother-jan! -
Old thief misses the homeland.

The bell rings, it's time to say goodbye,
It's time to say goodbye to violent head.
Bitter tears will fill my mother.
More long time before I get home.

I stole a lot of Tbilisi,
In Batumi laid reptiles.
And now I write, my dear - ah, my mother-jan! -
That is how much of the thieves.