Текст песни ехал поезд из ташкента
Обновлено: 09.11.2024
У меня есть слитки, бриллианты
Только нету джаным свободы
И теперь милая-родная
Ай мама-джан, вот такая доля воровская
Я пишу тебе моя родная
Ай мама-джан, вот такая доля воровская He rode the train, traveling from Tashkent
I rode the train directly to Magadan
With me sitting urkagany
Ay mama-jan, sang this song there
With me sitting urkagany
Ay mama-jan, sang this song there
Here I sit I sing you this song
Who kicks, he will understand me
When the musicians sing sweet
Ay mama-jan, when there loyal friends
When the musicians sing sweet
Ay mama-jan, when there loyal friends
The night I was born under a fence
People dubbed me a thief
Mother called the native Roman
Ay mama-jan, is still widening pockets
Mother called the native Roman
Ay mama-jan, and now I'm under the plan kicks
Quiet people, for the sake of Gd quieter
Pigeons kissing on the roof
Pigeon pigeon's hugs
Ay mama-jan, promise mountains of gold
Pigeon pigeon's hugs
Ay mama-jan, promise mountains of gold
Tashkent I stole quite a few
In Samarkand laid reptiles
Do I get to freedom
Ay mama-jan, every thing will get their share
Do I get to freedom
Oh mama-jan, every thing will get their share
We pulled into cubes camp
From freezing cold hands
First, we destroyed the goats
Oh mama-jan, and during this period we added
At night destroyed goats
Oh mama-jan, and during this period we added
For a long time we sat in Magadan
Ate-drank, we played in the kumara
Ate-drank, we played in the kumara
Oh mama-jan, quietly humming share of
Ate-drank, we played in the kumara
Oh mama-jan, quietly changed the share of
Zone asleep, all and all fell asleep
Only I can not sleep alone
In this hour I remember you
Honey, good-my favorite
In this hour I remember you
Oh mama-jan, dear, dear my
I am writing to you, my boredom
Thieves destroy villains-bitches
I want people to know the world
Ay mama-jan, and thieves are not imprisoned for cell
I want people to know the world
Oh mama-jan, and thieves are not imprisoned for cell
Give it to a friend at will
Let me customize display
And not that I will be released
Oh mama-jan, will set all on bread and water
And not that I will be released
Oh mama-jan, will set all on bread and water
Oh, thank you mom for sending
Oh, thank you father for mastyrku
Shirley Myrli and a piece of the plan
Oh mama-jan, here is what percentage of thieves
Shirley Myrli and a piece of the plan
Oh Mama jan, here is what percentage of thieves
All friends free kicks
Forgotten me vermin devils
Do I get to freedom
Oh mama-jan, will set all on bread and water
Do I get to freedom
Oh mama-jan, will set all on bread and water
I have a bullion, diamonds
Only there is no freedom of Gianni
And now, dear-dear
Ay mama-jan, is such a fraction of thieves
I am writing to you my dear
Ay mama-jan, is such a fraction of thieves
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