Беломорканал - Централка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The night is foggy melancholy, my life is a madhouse, there is no money, all the life of a bummer is not around, they grabbed me with garbage, twisted it, they wiped it off, I have a “fool” to refuse, in kind, there is a mess in kind, for three hours they will smoke my nerves, I don’t understand what they need to do with it And what they want, to tear my uncle's ear, I’ll fucking deaf, it’s painful for me that the cop is filthy, you’re completely booyed, and I’m dries up, it shines, my soul shakes all my soul, and fate in prison brings a ticket to me again, eh my central house, open my doors, open , Take your prisoner again ... Glass Boyd hang a bitch on your pocket, they wrote in the protocol that it was a Nagan, in my life I did not steal more cans of cucumbers, understood into the seals angrily, I garmed in my face, here they gave me a cumpole, with a snout for concrete , Beaten off as they taught - the garbage style, well, you disappeared at all Lech - there is no will! There is no law, there is no order - your mother’s ass, but I am cumarit, dries, shakes all my soul, and fate to prison a ticket to me again, eh central house my native home, open your doors, you take your prisoner here again by the hut of Sherodit. The head is buzzing from the perspective with a diesel engine, there are no heaps, chifirschi - give a sip of water, until the morning the cops closed the hut on the castle, the bunks grated with the sides, the fur coat on the wall, I dream of nightmares, the prosecutor in a dream, the prosecutor folded in the case, and the judge is Padlyuk During the years, I sewed me and Kumarit, dries, shakes my soul all, and fate to prison the ticket brings me again, eh central house my native house, open the doors, you are your prisoner again