Текст песни Манвел и Артур Амирян - Поппури

This is the share of thieves
All my life is given to the prison
And I am writing to you dear Olya, ay dzhanulya
That's what a thief's share
And I am writing to you my Marina, ay Marina
This is what share of the Armenian

I stole quite a lot in Tbilisi
And in Batumi, they laid bastards, ay mom
And now I am writing to you dear, ay mom jan
This is the share of thieves

But there are many specialties in the world
Will grow up ah their children will choose
Theft as an exception
Boys are given from birth

Since childhood, the garbage in the prison was closed
They didn't give bread, they just beat
The bruises were filmed for me by a bum, ah, mom jan
I've become like this in my life I'm a tramp

Tramps in life do not need much
To protect fate from the reptile
And in life I will observe
Everything that is inherent in the thieves' people

The bell rings, it's time to leave
It's time to part with the bad head
Mother will fill with bitter tears
It won't be long before I get home

My life is crazy, cards and prison
Come on, brother, master a joint
I'll come to Stavropol with a jamb of chilim
Listen to Manvelika and take my soul away

In the shares of the sun where Fergana
Sage Pasha trades the plan
A jamb of chilim and blows smoke, smoke, smoke
Hello huge to all the planners