The outlaw english version of урка

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]

Mother embroidered a pouch for my journey,
Put a loaf of bread in my bag for the road.
From the house porch her old eyes were so burning...
Mother, my mother, watched me leave the abode.

[Verse 2]

And I was tossed through the lands and the places,
Rested in prisons with criminal ties.
Needle and thread, cell-bed iron embraces...
Mother, my mother, Your icon inside.

[Chorus]

I will survive, I will stand by Your graveside
On the old churchyard where periwinkles bloom.
God grant I'll come, be my help and my daylight...
Mother, my mother, You're dearer than doom.

[Verse 3]

I didn't write letters, had nothing to speak of,
But my fate didn't forget the home track.
Guards on the watchtowers, prison walls thick now...
Mother, my mother, my soul's on the rack.

[Verse 4]

Please forgive me, mother, I didn't want this outcome,
Under this regime, law is just a machine.
Not a country, a jail with a brainless head warden...
Mother, my mother, made an Outlaw of me.

[Chorus]

I will survive, I will stand by Your graveside
On the old churchyard where periwinkles bloom.
God grant I'll come, be my help and my daylight...
Mother, my mother, You're dearer than doom.

[Outro]

Mother embroidered a pouch for my journey,
Put a loaf of bread in my bag for the road.
On the house porch in my eyes she was looking...
Praying to God... Keep him safe from the cold.

[End]