K. D. V. - Папирочка
текст песни

Yesterday the boy came into the hut
Sugar, tea, some cigarettes
And a letter from my dear mother
It's okay come home
And from this letter I felt sadness
And a tear rolled down my cheek
Well, when will I return home?
And then they will know about me
And there is lace on the chambers
The tart aroma warms the soul
And in my hands the cigarette smokes
Here's a cure for a tired prisoner
Behind the wall of the breech there is a quiet ringing
The creaking of people and someone's heavy sigh
How many winters have already passed outside the window?
How long should I wait for the deadline to expire?
I took a puff of bitter smoke again
The caustic garden turned blue in the palms
This cigarette is blood
It will warm up at least an hour ago
I remembered the poplar gate in the yard
Voice Mama's son it's time
And now there is only snow and an angry drum
Yes Nadezhda I’ll be out before the morning
The corner goes out, the eye socket gets dark
Sleep barracks sleep my longing
Only the heart beats like a bird
Breaking through as if through centuries
I'll stand by the crack of the window
I'll look at the dim lantern
Oh, I'll be back when I don't know
To that native reserved land