Текст песни Заур - Вор - чтоб красиво любить, надо деньги иметь...

That's all my dear friend
we are free to you
we are free to be with you forever
black bird flew over my head
I return there really no

I was born and raised in a family of fisherman
from a family that not a trace
even native mother loved me
but fate I do not got to go to hell

childhood did not like
I Agricultural Labourers' life
not plowed not tailoring did not sow
and with a gay punks called Tale
I set off sued hobo

Oh , and it is night was
Night fell under vyko
pack of lynx as usual in practice
we have worked
but not more than an hour
and returned wolves to prey

and in the morning walked baldela punks
and accordion with overflow poured
a lot of girls have been in the evening then
and in one of which fell

so beautiful to love
it is necessary to have money
I pondered over these brothers
and then I went to steal the day and night
to get closer to your favorite
stole the day and night like a princess dressed
Grandma threw left to right
but one night and flew into a blind since the beginning of my drama

Here we come to the trouble
pours
I shouted to her beauty before the meeting
Hello stone house mother old lady jail
freedom and I shouted to the meeting

It was my friend
in late September
enacted crazy weather

I escaped from prison under cover of Rain
and shouted for joy freedom
wandered all night long
here and there and could not believe that I am free
me what that old man pointed her house
knocked at the door of the familiar
she came timidly up to me on the doorstep
her dress with Chinese silk
instead of children's exercise books as five years ago
she holds the baby

you whom you what
she says to me
yes Surely you did not recognize me
Do you remember as a half five years ago
you thief one caressed
I was told that you killed in the escape
and I am happy with the other sections
but for those already five and a half years
I'll absolutely forgotten

here in my blood boil Chechen
I plunged the knife into it like a dough
and to no longer hear the baby crying
retired from the accursed place
so bowed your head
or youth you still dreaming
drink champagne each
another night in front of yes and no place to hurry us
drink champagne each
another night in front of yes and no place to hurry us