Текст песни Иван Банников - Тюрьма

I lived in the world for 40 years
I ordered lunch in taverns
Knowing what I'm alive or dead
Nobody in the world cares

But in prison Butyrskaya povav
I realized how wrong I was
There they explained to me that the skates should be discarded
I have no rights before the trial

Belt taken away and laces
So that I don't get lost in melancholy
I hold my pants with my hands now
Thank goodness they are narrow

Without glasses I became blind as a mole
Can't put a spoon in my mouth
They say the rim can cut veins
What the people thought of

The spoon here is two fingers thick
I never knew such
But then we cannot swallow it
Rest for the administration

Of course there is no knife in the cell
Lard is cut with a sidekick thread
Ito's mirror was walled up in the wall
To not give the slightest chance

Sometimes for a few minutes
A needle is given to the camera
And then they watch through the peephole how we patch
Your torn clothes

First time in my dashing fate
I feel attention to myself
And I confess to you that for this concern
I'm terribly grateful to the prison