Доля воровская [Dolya vorovskaya] [English translation]

Such is the lot in life of a criminal.

My whole life is nothing but prison bars.

I write you, my dearest mom 1.

Such is a criminal's lot.

I write you now, dear mother.

Such is a criminal's lot.

I had a great time stealing in Tiblisi.

But, those bastards sold me out in Batum.

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.

I was born on the wrong side of the tracks at night,

and thieves took me into their world. 2.

We ate and drank, and played some cards. Oh mom!

Quietly, we hummed that song called "The Lot".

We ate, drank, and played some cards, mom!

Quietly, we remembered Boku was the singer of the song.

We ate and drank, and played some cards mom!

Quietly, we hummed "The Lot".

Quiet people! We ask you please be quiet.

Nevermind. It's just pigeons, nuzzling on the roof.

Love, itself (is the only thing that) rejoices here, mom!

This old thief longs for his homeland.

Love, itself (is the only thing that) rejoices here, mom!

This old thief longs for his 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 how things are in the daylight or freedom.

How's your life (on the other side) 3? Are you there, mom 4?

Rather than see the light (shine) from your dark eyes, mom,

instead I see the winter turn to summer.

Rather than see the light (shine) from your dark eyes, mom,

instead I see the winter turn to summer.

In prison we pick-axed those rocks 5.

My hands froze from the cold.

We killed all those jerks, mom!

And years were added to our terms.

We killed all those jerks, mom!

And years were added to our terms.

Thanks, John, for the package!

Thanks, John, for this package!

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.

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.

We for interned in Magaden for a long time,

eating and drinking, and playing some cards a card game called "Kumar"

3. How are you living? 4. "the one who bore me" 5. "dragged ice cubes" - do hard work

• Artist:Boris Davidyan