Иван Кучин - Вор и Судья
текст песни

I was successful with many women
And once risking his head
Twisted no more or less
With the most real judge

I gave her brooches, souvenirs
Roses literally fell asleep
Even to tumble apartments
I stopped in its area

But doubts are tormented
After all, her in advance
Do not love - crime
And to love - punishment

And my chest and legs ruined me
In the twilight pink
I thought our judges - gods
And they are the same as everyone

How can I be - I am a thief, but I will not pick
I say: Kinatka, give me an answer
Yezhel I will wash your love
You will roll all me at all

But play with the police
What are you, do I dare
I can't do it
The thieves' idea

Here's a night laughing at the joke
I run to my beloved for an hour
After all, she is crazy - in the morning all the more
I have what, and people will have a term

So I decided and means the point
And until the blood from the veins sprinkles
Judges - roses, crooks - delay
The rest - until new changes

And let friends be arrogantly
Condemn and after spitting
For the good of the universal
I'll sacrifice it.

And let friends be arrogantly
Condemn and after spitting
For the good of the universal
I'll sacrifice it.

And let friends be arrogantly
Condemn and after spitting
For the good of the universal
I'll sacrifice it.
How far, far, somewhere there, in the suburbs,
A photo of her son dropped a hand ...
And in white snow he left the chase
A man in a quilted jacket, or just a zhe!