Текст песни Our Man From Odessa - Dolia

This is the share of thieves
All life is one, in a prison of bars
And I am writing to you, my dear, ay mamajan
This is the share of thieves.
And I am writing to you, my dear, ay mamajan
This is the share of thieves.

I stole quite a lot in Tbilisi,
And bastards were laid in Batumi,
And now I am writing to you dear, ay mamajan
This is the share of thieves
And now I am writing to you dear, ay mamadjan
This is the share of thieves.

At night I was born under the fence
Thieves christened me a thief
My own mother called him Roman, ai mamadzhan
And now I'm getting high under the plan
My own mother called him Roman, ai mamadzhan
And now I'm getting high on the plan.

And now I'm sitting on naked bunks,
I have bread
And whatever you want
But there is no freedom, dear, ay mamajan,
This is the share of thieves
But there is no freedom, dear, ay mamajan,
This is the share of thieves