About the dusty road, chained in chains,
Filed in the chain, the criminal Chagall.
Crushing both hands, before the chest on the shoulders,
He whispered quietly in his ear.
Crushing both hands, before the chest on the shoulders,
He whispered quietly in his ear.
- Wait, do not drive! Do not drive, no urine!
Wait, I will tell you for what they led!
What we planted, for what we planted,
For what we planted, me, scoundrels!
I lived in the village, at the poor old woman,
And in the city a huge work went.
There was not enough tormented beggars,
I found the position of Lacey from the count.
There was not enough tormented beggars,
I found the position of Lacey from the count.
The count was, there was a daughter, Veronica,
Favorite graph, and graphic guests.
She was on the piano, played, and sang,
And guests delighted were all from her.
She was on the piano, played, and sang,
And guests delighted were all from her.
In that lunar night, the moon was silver,
She approached the dusty road.
And quietly said, and said quietly:
- Oh, cute fuel, as I love you!
And quietly said, and said quietly:
- Oh, cute fuel, as I love you!
Nutro Lake tea put in prison,
We put in prison, led to death.
Judge, Gada! Judge, tyranny!
For not a graph I, but a graffic lacquer!
Judge, Gada! Judge, tyranny!
For not a graph I, but a graffic lacquer!