Андрей Забродин - Увозят меня в лагеря - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1. Our Verdict was drafted from the hall I dreamed of a friend when I buried my father in the hall in the hall, my father was lying like a shadow that could give my parents in this life: take me to the camps for a long eight years there will be my life where the Sun and Will there is no life going through life My sad fate Why then why I went to sin 2. With the camp from the zone on the rest and I write a letter with a broom of fate I remember mother that evening the fatal when the cops came to our house that day for me