тюремная - Голуби летят над нашей зоной
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Pigeons fly over our zone
There are no obstacles anywhere.
As I would like with pigeons, wah mom Jan
To fly to the native land ...
As I would like with pigeons, wah mom Jan
To fly to the native land ...
But the tall fence does not let in
And thorns in several rows,
Sentries from the towers are watching, wah mom Jan,
And dogs are torn from reason ...
Sentries from the towers are watching, wah mom Jan,
And dogs are torn from reason ...
The evening behind bars is burning out
The sun goes out like a coal
And quietly sings the song, wah mom Jan,
On the prison bunks of the guy ...
And quietly sings the song, wah mom Jan,
On the prison bunks of the guy ...
He sings how difficult it is to live without will,
He sings as he loved his friends
There was so much grief in this song, wah mom Jan,
That the prison listened around ...
There was so much grief in this song, wah mom Jan,
That the prison listened around ...
Even the most strict overseer,
After listening, the eye is worth it
Only he knows one paskuda, wah mom Jan,
That the guy is left to live ...
Only he knows one paskuda, wah mom Jan,
That the guy is left to live ...
And in the morning the bolts creaked,
He was taken out of the basement,
And the last word was Evo, wah mom Jan,
Give my son ...
And the last word was Evo, wah mom Jan,
Give my son ...
He ran up the staircase,
A little boy of about five
Dad shouted around his neck, wah mom Jan,
Cute take me with you ...
Dad shouted around his neck, wah mom Jan,
Cute take me with you ...
Two shots struck, two outbreaks,
The guy suddenly got up and moaned
Oh why you are so cruel judges, wah mom Jan,
The boy whispered and fell ...
Oh why you are so cruel judges, wah mom Jan,
The boy whispered and fell ...
You are flying pigeons,
You are flying to the distant lands
And tell my mother’s dear mother, wah mom Jan,
That there are no more lively ...
And tell my mother’s dear mother, wah mom Jan,
That there are no more lively ...