Lyrics Виктор Калина - Каторжанка

KATORZHANKA LIFE

I will ask fate for the sandals
Are you tired of walking in shackles?
I repent to the Lord, then I sin
Life tramp match burned.

Smoked wagon head
The chip didn’t lie down as it should again
And the convoy drives us to the platform
And with me my accomplice my brother!

CHORUS:
Prisons, zones, kichi, borax - life
Life on a share of our prison
So hold on kid, hold on
You in this life are not conscious
So hold on kid hold on
Zones, Shmona, Kitsch, Boers, Shkonki
Katarzhanka, prisoner life
Mother's tears, girl's love
2.
You are a dashing brother in life
Blank sheet of unwritten notebook
You are so, you are dear to the Lord
Not marshmallows with chocolate raisins
I know you will not cuddle with the enemy
I know you will not lend a hand to a bitch
We are stoboy brother with a strong gull
We stoby brother know do not know boredom.

CHORUS:
Prisons, zones, kichi, borax - life
Life on a share of our prison
So hold on kid, hold on
You in this life are not conscious
So hold on kid hold on
Zones, Shmona, Kitsch, Boers, Shkonki
Katarzhanka, prisoner life
Mother's tears, girl's love
modulation:
loss:
3.
Life, it is given by the Creator of the earth
Life is where it is cold and hot
Here it is the creation of the Creator
My life is not a pruha - convict
Here she is the chosen one
My chosen road
All in honor, all as in people
The tramp is as it is from God.
CHORUS:
Prisons, zones, kichi, borax - life
Life on a share of our prison
So hold on kid, hold on
You in this life are not conscious
So hold on kid hold on
Zones, Shmona, Kitsch, Boers, Shkonki
Katarzhanka, prisoner life
Mother's tears, girl's love