Касоян Азиз. Блатной Удар - Доля Воровская 2 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The night fell over Magadan Chumaki subsided under the moon and sitting I write to you native ah mom Jan, this is what a fraction of the thieves and sitting I write to you a native light, I write how winter is changing the summer, the wind from the Baltic stamped the clouds I stood in the hut of a dull mother, mom Jan Jan At night, by the broken window, I stood in the hut of a darkened ah mom Jan at the night at the open window of Fraer, Kauphit, they’ve been in free, they will be bastard, I will go out to freedom oh mother Jan and then I will get my share, I will go to freedom ah mother Jan and then I will take out my share Hush for the sake of God, quieter pigeons kiss on the roof, pigeons with a pigeon cooled Ah Mom Dzhan Old Thief on Mother, I Sing, let all people know that thieves for a cage do not plant, I sing, let all people know oh mother jan that Kozlov always destroy this particular share of the thieves Youth behind prison bars and sitting I write to you native ah mother Jan, this is what a share of thieves