Текст песни жизненные песни - Голуби летят над нашей зоной

Pigeons flying over our area
Blue Nowhere obstacles there,
How I would like to pigeons
In his native land to fly.

Only high fence will not allow
And thorns in several rows,
Hours of watch towers
Yes, dogs are torn from the grounds.

Slowly burns night,
Goes like a candle, crayon
And softly sings a song
In prison bunk lad.

He sings as difficult to live without a will,
Without friends and affectionate friends.
He sings in the song so much grief -
The whole prison heard a sudden.

Crying in the far chamber girls
Remembering my youth.
Remembering how they used to be
They said gently & quot; like & quot ;.

Even the strict warden
In & quot; top & quot; thinking is,
He is one, one paskuda know
What the boy stayed overnight.

And in the morning clinking chains,
We took him out of prison
And it was the last word:
-Show My son.

And for a long, narrow corridors
I ran a boy about five years old,
He rushed to the neck and shouted: & quot; Dad!
Daddy dear, do not go! & Quot;

Pigeons fly, you fly,
Substituting wind your chest
And tell his girlfriend,
With her husband no longer return.

Pigeons flying over our area
Blue Nowhere obstacles there,
How I would like to pigeons
In his native land to fly.