Бутырка - Улица Свободы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Slowly walking down Freedom Street, with a footstool in my pocket, my sentence served.

You won't believe that now my soul no longer languishes in this prison.

Slowly walking down Freedom Street, the longest and widest of my life,

I'll go to where the emergency vehicle with its flashing lights took us away early in the morning.

For Freedom and Svoboda, and for that little man!

Whoever christened this street, gave it such a nickname.

For Freedom and Svoboda, may it always flourish!

This street is magnificent, because we need it so much.

This street is magnificent, because we need it so much.

Slowly walking down Freedom Street, past that office that once

hid me away for many years and made me a prisoner forever. The rooms are free, but priceless, because life remains within those rough walls.

But there are also good places; not all of them were settled here by cops.

For Freedom and Liberty, and for that man!

Whoever named this street, gave it such a nickname.

For Freedom and Liberty, may it always flourish!

This street is magnificent, because we need it so much.

This street is magnificent, because we need it so much.

For Freedom and Liberty, and for that man!

Whoever named this street, gave it such a nickname.

For Freedom and Liberty, may it always flourish!

This street is magnificent, because we need it so much.

This street is magnificent, because we need it so much.