Текст песни Под гитару - доля воровская

Who does not know the proportion of thieves
Who does not know a single verse
For I sing this song vahmamadzhan
The best song in the world share is not
so I sing this song vahmamadzhan
The best song in the world share is not

During the night I was born under the fence
Thieves dubbed me a thief
Mother native named Roman vahmamadzhan
And now I'm under the plan kicks
Mother native named Roman
And now shtyryayu pockets

In Magadan, we sat for a long time
Eli drank, we played cards

We ate drank we played Gumar
Quietly humming quietly share

And as soon as I came into the world
The policeman was shot on the spot
Doctor shouting in unison with vahmamadzhan
This boy will surely be a thief

They say that the rose loves the water
It is said that the thief loves freedom

Life is not a thief who does not understand vahmamadzhan
 and who understood the suffering in the camps