Текст песни Иван Кучин - Сижу в тюрьме я, шарики катаю

I will write a letter to small handwriting:
Hello, Tanya! We have here April.
I live here with a scope and with a stroke,
The rest is all - shnyaga, believe!

True, there are alarming news:
Build a new fence, meters five.
To freedom so that with a pure conscience
I could not undermine until the deadline.

I sit in prison, I kata balls,
You, native, often remember.
Such a shnyaga, I will be a gad!
You are a mug of braga drink for me.

You came socks, but with the condition
So as not spacing their sausage.
And then the legs were covered with Cozins,
And in the ears there were voices.

Whisper to me: you twist there with men,
I'm not twisted here with babes.
Came here one - call Marina,
But I did not betray you, I swear!

I sit in prison, I kata balls,
You, native, often remember.
Such a shnyaga, I will be a gad!
You are a mug of braga drink for me.