Воровайки - Сирота
текст песни

There are no letters from the will: no one writes
Happiness flew away, my swallow
Except for nar, grunts, state -owned roof
There is nothing more for me
Urkagan's daughter and thief
Garbage for this often beat
And their own from Maryina, from the grove
The rose is the name of the bosom
WRI and modes, maintenance
Not childishly strict children's block
Here all the thorns have mothers
Outside the wall, another time is drawn
Sentenced, reassure child
Mom nearby, baby, don't cry
Walks between them with a carbine
With red epaulets executioner
The prison yard is surrounded by a thorn
My childhood here I spent my
A thin stalk stretched to the sun
In captivity, a free rose flourished
I was a good for a while
Carried in the will to steal
Bug will never be a laundress
Who did not steal, not to understand
The rose will be a rose even in the zone
Will be challenge, it will suffer
It's a pity for only years with petals
From the rose of white will fall
This is my share in life
Again led to the house of the father
You tell me what I'm to blame for?
Mom gave birth to me in the zone