Виктор Калина - Каторжанка
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Korzhanka life

I will ask the fate of the tramp
Not tired of walking in shackles?
I repent to the Lord, then I sin
The life of a tramp with a knit burned.

The head is a smoked car
The chip did not lie down
And the convoy drives us to the platform
And with me my brother!

CHORUS:
Prisons, zones, kichi, boura - life
Life on the share of our prisoner
So hold on a kid, hold on
You are in this life in the wrongdoing
So hold on a guy hold on
Zones, shmons, kichi, boura, shcons
Qatarzhanka, prisoner life
Mother's tears, love girl
2.
You are dashingly in this life of this brother
Pure sheet of an iconic notebook
You are, you are your dear Lord
Not a marshmallow with raisins in chocolate
I know you will not hug with the enemy
I know you will not extend your hand to the bitch
We are a stobe brother with a strong seagull
We do not know Brother to know Brother.

CHORUS:
Prisons, zones, kichi, boura - life
Life on the share of our prisoner
So hold on a kid, hold on
You are in this life in the wrongdoing
So hold on a guy hold on
Zones, shmons, kichi, boura, shcons
Qatarzhanka, prisoner life
Mother's tears, love girl
Modulation:
Loss:
3.
Life, she is given to the earthly creator
Life, where it is cold and hot
Here it is the creation of the Creator
My life is not a pruha - Qatarzhanka
Here she is the chosen one of the ways
The road chosen for me
Everything is honest, everything is like people
The tramp has everything as it is from God.
CHORUS:
Prisons, zones, kichi, boura - life
Life on the share of our prisoner
So hold on a kid, hold on
You are in this life in the wrongdoing
So hold on a guy hold on
Zones, shmons, kichi, boura, shcons
Qatarzhanka, prisoner life
Mother's tears, love girl