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This is my dolya
Vorovskaya
All my life behind these bars and wire
And I write to you, my rodnaya
Mama Zhenya
This is my dolya
Vorovskaya
In Tbilisi
I was taken plenty
Got betrayed by rats down in Batumi
And I write to you, my rodnaya
Mama Zhenya
This is my dolya
Vorovskaya
Born at night, the war made me one of them
My mama gave me life and called me Roman
Now I live and breathe this business
My mama gave me life and called me Roman
Now my head go through the karma
Now I sit here on these golden bars
But freedom is not with me
Only what I got—my mama
This is my dolya
What I got, my mama
Only what I got, my mama
This is my dolya
What I got, my mama
Long we sat in Magadan together
Eating, drinking coffee through the weather
Eating, drinking kumara through the night
My mama softly singing dolya
All together
Eating, drinking kumara through the night
Quietly remembering Mogul forever
Eating, drinking coffee through the weather
Softly singing dolya all together