Текст песни 08. Б.А.У. - Блатной Ветерок

Verse 1
Roses are dying in the cold
Youth killed in the camps
I rush into the forest on the train
With sigarchuhoyu in the teeth

Predpripev :
I am sitting in jail
prison
Tyuremochke
With me my cross
My cross
On chain

Chorus:
He flew to our hut thieves breeze
And I immediately thought of her mother
Shnyrev sad , pretend your period
And the debts you need to pay

Verse 2
In the informer ax walks,
Do not trust, do not fear, do not ask.
On the hand the sunset shines
Only the area in front.