Текст песни Заур Магомадов - Чеченский вор

That's all dear friend we are free with you
We are free with you for ever
A black bird flew over my head
I do not have a return from there

I was born and raised in a fisherman's family
From the family of that trace does not remain
Though my dear mother loved me
But fate has got to me, to hell

Since my childhood I did not like farm labor
He did not plow, did not harbor, did not sow
And with a cheerful punks under the name of a brother
I started to wander in the Sunzha

Eh, and the night was, even though the night had gouged out the eye
Thief as usual as a matter of fact
We worked, but not more than an hour
And they returned like wolves with prey

And in the morning I walked, baldela punks
And the accordion poured out
Many girls were in that evening then
And one of them fell in love

To have a beautiful love you need money to have
I thought about it brothers
And then I went to steal day and night
To my beloved to get close

Stole day and night as a princess dressed
Threw grandmothers left to right
But one of the nights I flew dully
And from that my drama began

Here comes to us the trouble of opening the gates
I scream to her beauty before the meeting
Hello Stone House Mother Old Prison
And I shouted to freedom before the meeting

It was my friend at the end of September
The crazy weather
I escaped from prison under the cover of rain
And with joy shouted freedom

Long wandered all evening there and there
And I did not believe that I was free
Some old man pointed out to her house
Knocked on familiar doors

She did not boldly come to my doorstep
She wears a dress of Chinese silk
Instead of a children's notebook like five years ago
She is holding an infant

You who you what she tells me
Yes, really, I did not recognize
Do you remember how, five and a half years ago
You're the thief of one caress

I was told that you were killed when you ran away.
And I shared happiness with the other
And for these five and a half years
I completely forgot you

Here in me the Chechen blood boiled up
The knife stuck into her like a batter
And not to hear the baby cry any more
Removed from the accursed place

That your head bent so low
Or do you still dream of youth
Drink a champagne friend the night before
And nowhere to hurry us
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