Хулиган - Аня Воробей

Вы простите, девки, хулигана,

Вы простите за его вину

Сто дорог ведут до Магадана,

А он выбрал всё-таки одну

А он выбрал трудную дорогу,

Ждал его столыпинский вагон

И он в нём с родимого порога

Потащился на одну из зон

Хулиган, хулиган,

Ты красивый такой

Жизнь, девчата, обман,

Без любви непростой

Вы простите, девки, хулигана,

Мы в него все были влюблены,

А его тюрьма поцеловала,

И осиротели пацаны

Он по жизни дерзким был парнишкой,

Воровал, босячил и хамил

Не любил учебники и книжки,

И работать тоже не любил

Он сгорел, девчата на разбое,

И пошёл по сто сорок восьмой,

Он гулял, как ветер в чистом поле,

А сорвался с позднею листвой

Вы простите, девки, хулигана,

Вы простите за его вину

Сто дорог ведут до Магадана,

А он выбрал всё-таки одну

Forgive me, girls, bully,

You forgive for his fault

One hundred roads lead to Magadan,

And he still chose one

And he chose a difficult path,

The Stolypin carriage was waiting for him

And he is in it from his birth door

Dragged into one of the zones

Hooligan, hooligan

You are so beautiful

Life, girls, deceit,

Difficult without love

Forgive me, girls, bully,

We were all in love with him

And his prison kissed

And the boys were orphaned

He was a daring boy in life,

Stole, barefoot and rude

Didn't like textbooks and books,

And he didn't like to work either.

He burned out, the girls on the robbery,

And went along the one hundred and forty-eighth,

He walked like the wind in an open field,

And fell off with late foliage

Forgive me, girls, bully,

You forgive for his fault

One hundred roads lead to Magadan,

And he still chose one