Текст песни Беломорканал - Урка Мишка

He was Maltsev, clicked all his bum
And at night chase him all sharaga.
He walked away from rubbish zakaulkam,
Only one known to him lanes.
And thieves old laughed and went mad
As debris but not in the other side of flying,
And notice the conversation with each other -
Dashing lad and his life to be a thief.

And according to this, in any way without Russia Rostov
As there are no camps, no thieves ...
A thieves' law, there is a righteous and honest!
God forgive us ... "Thou shalt not steal!" And who is not a sinner?

A Bear did for his own, and everything as it should,
Sometimes in life there are many Musorskogo poison.
And still on a life all its richness,
Soul vagrants, thieves mother on brotherhood.
The fate wore on Stolypin over bumps,
A biography of the life wrote the lines.
On it there are traces of sharpening and revolver,
So debris caught Bears urkagan.

And according to this, in any way without Russia Rostov
As there are no camps, no thieves ...
A thieves' law, there is a righteous and honest!
God forgive us ... "Thou shalt not steal!" And who is not a sinner?