Lyrics минус - Доля Воровская

That's how much of thieves
All life is at the jail lattice
I am writing you , my dear ah Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves
I am writing you , my dear ah Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves

I am in Tbilisi stole quite a few
And in Batumi laid bastards
Now I write to you dear ah Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves
Now I write to you dear ah Mamadzhan
That's how much of thieves

During the night I was born under a fence
Thieves dubbed me a thief
Our mother called Roman ah Mamadzhan
And now I rummage through his pockets
Our mother called Roman ah Mamadzhan
And now I'm under the plan kicks

And now I sit on the bare boards
I have bread and all that you want
Only there is no freedom dear ah Mamadzhan
Here's a share of thieves
Only there is no freedom dear ah Mamadzhan
Here's a share of thieves

Ah thank you for sending janu
Aw thanks for janu mastyrku
You know up my medicine ah Mamadzhan
I have no plan as a king without a kingdom
You know up my medicine ah Mamadzhan
I have no plan as a king without a kingdom

Light and freedom I do not know
How do you live there , my dear
Instead of black your eyes dear Light Light
See as winter changes the summer
Instead of black your eyes dear dear
See as winter changes the summer

Hush hush people for God's sake
Doves kissing on the roof
Here it is my love rejoices ah Mamadzhan
Golden Mountains of promises
Doves with doves cooing ah Mamadzhan
Old thief mother grieves

Doves say that to me
What's wrong with mine poor head
What's wrong with my poor lips ah Mamadzhan
Is it happens with pigeons
What's wrong with my poor lips ah Mamadzhan
Is it happens with pigeons