Life was great long ago:
you go up and down
without any convoy,
You smoke some pot,
go to the station
and mug all kinds of people.

And you take a hopeful
bitch with you,
whenever you go robbing,
Then take someone
by the neck,
if he won’t give his money.

While we are watched,
while we are threatened -
well, hell, we can endure it.
Eat in a bar, then drink some wine,
and then you’re taken
to "Petrovka 38"1.

You went through orphanage, through jail,
and you were never afraid, kid.
And when they took you to people’s court,
you were scared and worried.

Why do they he?
"The people’s court" -
there I saw no people.
The judge was kind,
and the prosecutor
insulted me so greatly.

I answered every question then,
but they got very angry,
And by God’s name, I can’t agree
with such a severe sentence.

You know, I don’t reject the guilt:
it’s not my first time in prison,
But they wrote down, that
I acted very bad with people.

And, it’s true: you take a step,
ask a guy for a hundred rubles.
What’s with a knife? What’s with the mugging?
Go and change the sentence!

Hey, if there was
an audience in there,
I would have made a speech then:
"Dear citizens, why blame me?
You were the ones who fed me
and gave me water.

Each person gave me his own dough
without threats, blood or fears,
Well, God bless you all, my friends,
big thanks and I am grateful."

And this whole audience, my friend,
would applaud me like crazy,
And I would loudly exclaim:
"Thank you for your attention!"

Some believe and some do not,
that I’m a skillful robber,
How could I look people in the eyes
with such a harsh sentence?