Текст песни С.Грубов - Кружечка

"The blizzard is howling outside the barrack wall
The night never ends
Tired zack who came from the stage
He drives free thoughts away.
Behind the ban, the whistle of the locomotive
Will wheeze heavily over the taiga
Your beep is like a thorn in the heart
So it beckons to freedom with itself

The prisoners sawed the snow and boiled the water
In a circle, a mug with a chifirk
The soul in a sweatshirt asked for freedom
Warmed from fir trees by a fire

Domes on a tortured body
Got shrink, no longer a boy
I could hardly put my fingers in the strings
And the Zhigan sang his song
He sings not on a hairdryer and without a mat
Without hiding the earned anger
He sings about the forend of a machine gun
And about the bullet that went right through

The prisoners sawed the snow and boiled the water
In a circle, a mug with a chifirk
The soul in a sweatshirt asked for freedom
Warmed from fir trees by a fire

Fingers in the rings caressed the guitar
Blue rings - signs of fate
And bunks are reflected in the eyes
And the boys who suddenly fell silent
It so happened, what a business to you
Life is not a song, it cannot be sung
And article after article flew
Driving into a prison cage

The prisoners sawed the snow and boiled the water
In a circle, a mug with a chifirk
The soul in a sweatshirt asked for freedom
Warmed by a fire from fir trees "