Текст песни минус - Доля Воровская

That's how much of thieves
All life is at the jail lattice
I am writing you my dear ah Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves
I am writing you my dear ah Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves

I stole in Tbilisi is not enough
And in Batumi laid bastards
Now write to you dear ah Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves
Now write to you dear ah Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves

During the night I was born under a fence
Thieves dubbed me a thief
Our mother called Roman ah Mamadzhan
And now I rummage through his pockets
Our mother called Roman ah Mamadzhan
And now I'm under the plan kicks

And now I sit on the bare boards
I have bread and all that you want
Only there is no freedom dear ah Mamadzhan
Here is a share of thieves
Only there is no freedom dear ah Mamadzhan
Here is a share of thieves

Ah thank you for sending Jana
Ah thank Jana for mastyrku
You know my plan medicine ah Mamadzhan
I have no plan as a king without a kingdom
You know my plan medicine ah Mamadzhan
I have no plan as a king without a kingdom

Light and freedom, I do not know
How do you live there, my dear
Instead of black your eyes dear Light Light
See as winter changes the summer
Instead of black your eyes dear dear
See as winter changes the summer

Hush hush people for God's sake
Pigeons kissing on the roof
Here it is his love rejoices ah Mamadzhan
Golden Mountains promises
Dove with dove coos ah Mamadzhan
Old Thief mother longs

Pigeons tell that to me
What's wrong with mine poor head
What with my poor lips ah Mamadzhan
Is it happens with the pigeons
What with my poor lips ah Mamadzhan
Is it happens with the pigeons