Текст песни Петлюра Виктор - Суд Горел Пылающий камин Судили Парня молодого- wap.kengu.ru

Burned burning fireplace
Judged a boyfriend,
He himself was beautiful
Judges had the word he asked
And the judges were given to him,
When he began his story,
The whole hall was filled with tears.
When I was 10,
I've been frightened from the house
I learned to drink, smoking,
I contacted a spike.
When I got 20 years old,
I was in the circle of friends of your loved ones,
I was beautiful and their stronger,
I learned to rob strength.
One day robbed the village,
Where people slept peacefully
We killed everyone in a row
And even the light did not light up.
I again waved a knife again
And suddenly he heard the name,
I took the matches, the fire was lit,
Oh, the judges that I saw there.
At the body of the Dead Father,
With a knife in the chest there was a mother standing,
And a six-year-old sister
In the crib quietly died.
Judge judges you me,
Judge judges as you want,
For my atrocities
You are a terrible sentence.
He ran out and he fell
And watered beloved tears:
"My cute boy is dear,
Why did you do evil? "
Burned flaming fireplace
Killed young guy.
He himself was beautiful
But people made a lot of evil.