Ингуш - Вор Привыкший Воровать - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Your mother is angry and your father threeshes, they do not give more, they say we say we tell you a fool who fell in love with a thief, why do we need this Wurcagan, accustomed to steal, will not go to beg them. I can steal my love, at night I will come to you with the bed together,