Александр Батя - Доля
текст песни

Night has fallen
Like a hat on the eye
The rooster won't wake you up now by crowing
Stones in your pocket
Yes the heart is a diamond
Life has counted every mischief for us
The map is stained
Your tags
Whisper of the entrance
Like the rustle of a snake
The wind turns the pages of a notebook
There
Where they learned to be silent and decide

Thieves' share
Bitter salt
Every role will be signed in blood
The dawn will slam the forged door
Our roads - there is no turning back
Thieves' share
Black chestnut
Ashes on your fingers and fog lingers
No matter how much you hide from well-aimed traces
My brother and the convoy are waiting at the gate

The city keeps its own records about us.
Every district hears us live
One too many words and a tooth will fall out
It's true with us
Like a loaded barrel into the rough
Someone else's misfortune is freezing on the bunk
Silently shared the last piece yesterday
Tech
Who forgot
Washing away glass
Tech
Who's left
Name is lucky

Thieves' share
Bitter salt
Every role will be signed in blood
The dawn will slam the forged door
Our roads - there is no turning back

Rings and scars are not a fashionable style
It's like a passport
Like a cross
Like the law
Closer
Than brothers
Only quiet darkness
To each his own prison
Your own bag

Na-na-na-na
Your own amount