Oh, I want tea, I want tea, boiled tea!
Oh, do not majeure I love and a political prisoner!
But he did not bymshy Secretary
He is not authorized,
And he was at birth a
Sovdepiia zamorochenny.
He was an ordinary Soviet rocker
In the drums beat loudly.
Ah, but Down and Out the trouble occurred,
And the KGB his boad.
A long court continued,
Awarded Kolyma.
Oh, punished, their songs
Yes, he did not sing to anyone.
Oh, I want some tea - already finish -
Tea boiled!
Oh, do not I love majeure,
A political prisoner!
Oh, Mama, long road,
And yes Soviet prison -
And this is something that is not of God,
And is that from the crap!
A kiss to my darling
His clear eyes.
Oh, commissar infection,
Oh, how are you brought!
And me and it hurts me and sweetly,
What he did not like the others.
And those who are seeking the truth, gonyut
In my homeland.
I would like vodka! Give vodka!
To fill his pain.
Oh, is not a simple matter -
Prisoner love.
