Dolya vorovskaya - ot dushi
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This is the fraction of the thieves
All life she is in a bars in prison
And I write to you my native ah mamjan
This is the fraction of the thieves
And I write to you my native ah mamjan
This is the fraction of the thieves

I stole a lot in Tbilisi
And batums were laid in Batumi
Now I am writing to you native ah mamjan
This is the fraction of the thieves
Now I am writing to you native ah mamjan
This is the fraction of the thieves

I was born under the fence at night
Thieves christened me with a thief
Mother native called Roman ah Mamjan
And now I rummage in my pockets
Mother native called Roman ah Mamjan
And now I get a buzz under plan

And now I'm sitting on naked bunks
I have bread and everything you want
Only there is no freedom dear ah mamjan
Here is such a share of thieves
Only there is no freedom dear ah mamjan
Here is such a share of thieves

Ah thanks to Jan for the parcel
Ah thanks to Jan for the mast
You know the plan my medicine ah mamjan
I am without a plan like a king without a kingdom
You know the plan my medicine ah mamjan
I am without a plan like a king without a kingdom

I don't know Sveta and Freedom
How do you live there my dear
Instead of your black eyes, the native light
I see how winter changes summer
Instead of your black eyes, dear dear
I see how winter changes summer

Quiet people for God's sake
Pigeons kiss on the roof
Here she is my love is jubilant ah mamjan
Golden mountains promises
Dove with a dove cooled ah mamjan
The old mother is longing for a mother

Pigeons tell me what's with me
What about my poor head
What about my poor lips ah mamjan
Does it happen to do with pigeons
What about my poor lips ah mamjan
Does it happen to do with pigeons