Текст песни Заур Магомедов - вот и все милый друг

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

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 did not go to hell with me

since my childhood I did not like
I'm a laborer's life
did not plow did not tailor did not sow
but with a gay prat called a brother
I started to go on a journey

eh and the night was
the night under yoko lay down
as usual
we worked
but not more than an hour
and returned like wolves with prey

and in the morning walked baldela punks
and the accordion poured out
many girls were in that evening then
and one of whom fell in love

to beautifully love
It is necessary to have money
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 night the deaf flown in and from that my drama began

Here comes trouble for us
open the gate
I scream to her beauty before the meeting
hello stone house mother old prison
and I shouted my freedom before the meeting

it was my friend
at the end of September
The crazy weather took place

I escaped from prison under the cover of rain
and with joy shouted freedom
wandered all evening long
back and forth and did not believe that I was free
what the old man pointed out to her house
knocked on familiar doors
she went boldly to my doorstep
she wears a dress with Chinese silk
instead of a children's notebook like five years ago
she is holding an infant

you whom you need something
she tells me
but can you not recognize me
remember how half a year ago
you are a fool of one caress
they told me that you were killed when you ran away.
and I shared happiness with the other
but for these five and a half years
I completely forgot you

here in me the Chechen blood boiled up
the knife thrust into her like a batter
and not to hear the baby crying anymore
retired from the accursed place
that your head bent so low
or you are still dreaming of youth
drink champagne friend
the night is still ahead and there is nowhere for us to hurry
drink champagne friend
the night is still ahead and there is nowhere for us to hurry