Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Урка Мишка , by - Беломорканал. Song from the album Урка Мишка, in the genre ШансонRecord label: United Music Group
Song language: Russian language
Урка Мишка(original) |
| Он был мальцом, кликали все его бродяга, |
| А по ночам за ним гонялась вся шарага. |
| Он уходил от мусоров по закаулкам, |
| Лишь одному ему известным переулкам. |
| А урки старые смеялись и балдели |
| Как мусора да не в ту сторону летели, |
| И замечали меж собой за разговором — |
| Лихой малец и быть по жизни ему вором. |
| А по сему, никак России без Ростова, |
| Как не бывает лагерей без воровского… |
| А воровской закон, есть праведный и честный! |
| Нам Бог простит… «Не укради!» |
| А кто не грешный? |
| А Мишка делал за своё, и всё как надо, |
| Бывало в жизни много мусорского яда. |
| И до сих пор по жизни всё его богатство, |
| Душа бродяги, мать на воровское братство. |
| Судьба носила по столыпинским по кочкам, |
| А биографию писала жизнь по строчкам. |
| На нём следы есть от заточки и нагана, |
| Так мусора ловили Мишку-уркагана. |
| А по сему, никак России без Ростова, |
| Как не бывает лагерей без воровского… |
| А воровской закон, есть праведный и честный! |
| Нам Бог простит… «Не укради!» |
| А кто не грешный? |
| (translation) |
| He was a boy, all his tramp called, |
| And at night the whole sharaga was chasing him. |
| He walked away from the garbage along the back streets, |
| Only one lane known to him. |
| And the old urks laughed and went crazy |
| Like garbage flying in the wrong direction, |
| And they noticed among themselves during the conversation - |
| A dashing kid and be a thief for his life. |
| And according to this, there is no way for Russia without Rostov, |
| As there are no camps without thieves' ... |
| And the thieves' law is righteous and honest! |
| God will forgive us... "Don't steal!" |
| And who is not a sinner? |
| And Mishka did for his own, and everything was as it should, |
| There was a lot of garbage poison in life. |
| And so far in life all his wealth, |
| The soul of a tramp, mother to the thieves' brotherhood. |
| Fate wore over Stolypin's bumps, |
| A biography was written by life line by line. |
| There are traces on it from sharpening and revolver, |
| So garbage was caught by Urkagan Mishka. |
| And according to this, there is no way for Russia without Rostov, |
| As there are no camps without thieves' ... |
| And the thieves' law is righteous and honest! |
| God will forgive us... "Don't steal!" |
| And who is not a sinner? |