Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Левандовка,жизнь моя воровка.моя тяжелая судьба.

I was born on the high castle
In a peaceful family Lviv thieves.
Dad was a scam, the mother of a gypsy,
He witches somewhere in the countryside.
Moved to Levandovku
In the sixty-some year there.
Mama Shelter Levandovka
All my gay family.

CHORUS: Levandovka, my life is a thief,
My plight.
He knows all the lads on Levandovke
Bully Petya-gypsy.
I opened to the Krakow market
His first business at age sixteen.
It was all in the thimble and worn out -
At dudes pulled portmonet.
And then things went abruptly,
Only something which is not grown together.
And although I'm a lucky life,
But he got to his first interrogation.

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A couple of years into the edges of the native
Gates, streaks of gray in his hair.
Welcome Lviv ladies, dear,
I know we'll be back in friends.
And I hugged Levandovka,
He sprinkled with morning dew.
Oh, the life of thieves, a thief lives,
I see, will not part with you.

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CHORUS №2: Levandovka, a knife and a rifle,
My plight.
He knows all the lads on Levandovke
Bully Petya-gypsy.

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