Текст песни Воровайки - Суд присяжных

You do not understand freedom of the jury,
It is not given to you by God to judge us.
Do not your kids sleeping in the cold,
And do not steal to live.
Vorovaiki was the need for me
And all my relatives bosota.
Before you all to blame,
Just for the fact that only an orphan.

My tears, the pain of my loss,
Our house was a time was happy.
Before the trash by mistake,
Nurse in our house shot.
Dad turned gray and died of grief,
Nurse on the grave under the cross.
And I got from the Soviet government,
Hunger, cold, and state-owned house.

Babes in your home warm, well-fed,
Hlebushek do not have to steal.
The Tabare Romani, in the open field.
You do not have to spend the night,
Shares orphan you do not want.
I do not want you to black days
Happiness and love is in your home.
May God bless your children.

And now judge as you need,
As padlets would order the prosecutor.
Before God, I is not guilty,
Forgiven by God, every thief will.