Lyrics Каримчик - Лагерям
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Текст песни Аркадий Северный - Сижу на нарах
Балдоха ясно в небе светит, но не греет,
Как черепаха срок тюремный мой ползет.
За столько лет я может быть не постарею,
А может выпустят, а может повезет.
Сижу на нарах и мечтаю о свободе,
А до свободы далеко как до луны.
А сколько, мама, здесь забытого народа,
И по ночам нам снятся радужные сны.
Гитара с треснувшею декой
Поёт, смеётся и рыдает,
И зачарованные зэки
Паек на нарах доедают.
Здесь у барака, мама, каждого охрана,
Штык-нож висит и автомат наперевес.
А по ночамм тут поножовщина и драка,
А я готов с концами в этот лес.
Сижу на нарах и мечтаю о свободе,
А до свободы далеко как до луны.
А сколько, мама, здесь забытого народа,
И по ночам нам снятся радужные сны.
Гитара с треснувшею декой
Поёт, смеётся и рыдает,
И зачарованные зэки
На нарах пайку доедают.
И вот сбежал я ночью с лесоповала,
Меня поймали и добавили пятак,
Зато я видел, как там солнышко вставало,
И как зимой цветет в тайге цветок.
Сижу на нарах и мечтаю о свободе,
А до свободы далеко как до луны.
А сколько, мама, здесь забытого народа,
И по ночам нам снятся радужные сны
Lyrics Arkady Severny - I sit on the bunks
Baldokha shines clearly in the sky, but does not warm,
As a turtle, my prison period is crawling.
For so many years I may not be old
Or maybe they will be released, or maybe lucky.
I am sitting on the bunks and dreaming of freedom,
And to freedom is far like the moon.
And how much, mom, here is a forgotten people,
And at night we dream of rainbow dreams.
Guitar with a cracked neckline
Sings, laughs and sobs,
And enchanted prisoners
The rations on the bunks are eaten.
Here's the hut, mom, every guard,
A bayonet-knife hangs and an automatic machine.
And at night there is stabbing and a fight,
And I am ready with this forest.
I am sitting on the bunks and dreaming of freedom,
And to freedom is far like the moon.
And how much, mom, here is a forgotten people,
And at night we dream of rainbow dreams.
Guitar with a cracked neckline
Sings, laughs and sobs,
And enchanted prisoners
On the bunks, the ration is eaten.
And now I ran away from the forest at night,
I was caught and added a nickle
But I saw how the sun got up there,
And how in winter a flower blooms in the taiga.
I am sitting on the bunks and dreaming of freedom,
And to freedom is far like the moon.
And how much, mom, here is a forgotten people,
And at night we dream of rainbow dreams
Baldokha shines clearly in the sky, but does not warm,
As a turtle, my prison period is crawling.
For so many years I may not be old
Or maybe they will be released, or maybe lucky.
I am sitting on the bunks and dreaming of freedom,
And to freedom is far like the moon.
And how much, mom, here is a forgotten people,
And at night we dream of rainbow dreams.
Guitar with a cracked neckline
Sings, laughs and sobs,
And enchanted prisoners
The rations on the bunks are eaten.
Here's the hut, mom, every guard,
A bayonet-knife hangs and an automatic machine.
And at night there is stabbing and a fight,
And I am ready with this forest.
I am sitting on the bunks and dreaming of freedom,
And to freedom is far like the moon.
And how much, mom, here is a forgotten people,
And at night we dream of rainbow dreams.
Guitar with a cracked neckline
Sings, laughs and sobs,
And enchanted prisoners
On the bunks, the ration is eaten.
And now I ran away from the forest at night,
I was caught and added a nickle
But I saw how the sun got up there,
And how in winter a flower blooms in the taiga.
I am sitting on the bunks and dreaming of freedom,
And to freedom is far like the moon.
And how much, mom, here is a forgotten people,
And at night we dream of rainbow dreams