undefined - Dolya Vorovskaya (Доля Воровская) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

A Criminal's Lot

Such is the lot in life of a criminal.
All of life is lonely, behind prison bars.
I write you, my dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
Now I write you, dear mother.
Such is a criminal's lot.
 
I didn't steal that much in Tiblisi.
And in Batum I fixed those bastards.
And now I write you, dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
And now I write you, dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
 
At night, I was born into obscurity 1,
Thieves made me one of their own kind.
Mother dear named me Roman. Oh, mom!
And now I'm too far in.
Mother dear named me Roman. Oh mom!
And now I'm emptying my pockets.
 
Now I'm sitting on a wood slat bed.
I have bread and everything that you want for me.
But, there's no freedom, dear mom!
Such is a criminal's lot.
There is no freedom, mother dear!
Such is a criminal's lot.
 
In Magadan, we sat for a long time,
eating and drinking, and playing some cards 2.
We ate and drank, and played some cards. Oh mom!
Quietly, we hummed a tune .3
We ate, drank, and played some cards, mom!
Quietly, we remembered 'the Wall.' 4
We ate and drank, and played some cards mom!
Quietly, we hummed a tune.
 
Hush, people, we ask you please be quiet.
Oh! Pigeons are nuzzling on the roof.
Love, itself rejoices here, mom!
This old thief longs for her homeland.
Love, itself is rejoices here, mom!
This old thief longs for her homeland.
 
So, I sing to let people know
that thieves shouldn't be put in cages.
I write you, dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
Now I write you dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
 
I don't know daylight or freedom.
Oh, how do you live? Are you there, my dear?
Instead of being the black sheep of society, oh mom.
I see how winter turns to summer. 5
Instead of being the black sheep of society, oh mom,
I see how winter turns to summer.
 
In prison we drank ice cubes,
My hands froze from the cold.
We killed all those jerks, mom!
But all the while our numbers increased.
We killed all those jerks, mom!
And all the while, our numbers increased.
 
Thanks, John, for the package!
Thanks, John, for this trash!
It's a bitter pill to swallow, mom! This plan for my life.
I have no plan, like a king without a kingdom.
It's a bitter pill to swallow, mom! This plan for my life.
I have no plan, like a king without a kingdom.
 

• 1. under the fence
• 2. a card game called 'Kumar'
• 3. a song called 'Dolyu' (The Lot)
• 4. a city called Boka'
• 5. implied 'people can change like the seasons'

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