Театр Теней - Исповедь вора в законе - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

-You are nonhumans, you are worse than animals.

-You heard you, in the Oryol province, commanded the Caletirization? Was it?

-Yes, I was a representative of the Central Committee. The Kubatiki Kubastye Little Diapel. And my mother killed my younger brother, so that we would feed the remaining three of us. I ate my brother, and you knew the bitch and ate sour cream that you took away from us. Neither my mother, nor the brothers, nor the house that you took from us will not forgive! I will die, I will not forgive !!

Thieves' ideas, black understanding

Would I become a falconer?

I think they are lying.

For money in cards, but I'm not so gambling.

We do not starve glory to God, only a little

Many went to the forties along the road

Dressed in fashion, in a country with tour

Do not steal in your territory !!!

Forty, second world

I am a kid,

At home, the older sister and mother is sick,

I know theft, sin, not jokes

But try to explain this hungry stomach

Legava was caught, I am a minor

Grandfather receiver, and I ran to Moscow to meet

And again tram, other people's pockets

In the afternoon, work, in the evening we cut a clearing

No matter who did how much in one heap,

They divided by even, no one worse, no better.