And I was the little boy in those years more than once
About Green Chimghan heard my mother's story ,
As kids drove in Breech - Mulla trap,
Tarantass called arboyu .
And the soul drew pictures in anguish ,
If the food in a cart on his ass ,
And Chimgan mountains are far
And insanely perfect themselves .
But I spent my childhood and youth ,
And I realized I do not remember how many ,
That will burn all my mountains and down ,
By empty , like smoke, talk.
And then I decided to say goodbye to Moscow
And together with his widow had not yet
In that region spend their leisure time working ,
Where sparkle Chimgan mountains .
Ex : Sladostrasnaya poison - Breach gold - Mulla ,
Where sycamore PRYTULA under a rock .
About you buzzing ear eternal bee :
Breech - Mulla , Breech - Mulla , Breech - Mulla ,
Breech - Mulla , Brich - Mulla .
We got into debt , we bought a cart ,
Harnessed the ass with a star on her forehead
And handed his destiny selling
Ass - a connoisseur of Turkestan.
And on the Crimean bridge suddenly ache in my chest ,
I saw the carts through the fog and rain,
How Chimgan mountains are seen in front
And the name , and the sparkle of the check.
Since then I have my wagon settles ,
And doubled in the way a small family ,
Kaluga and Budapest , Paris and Tel - Gyu
Arboyu admired mine .
In Kamchatka ass hit the wormwood
My kids are yelling , and I sing a song ,
And my Chimghan illuminates the road
And insanely perfect themselves .
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And I was the little boy in those years more than once
About Green Chimghan heard my mother's story ,
As kids drove in Breech - Mulla trap,
Tarantass called arboyu .
And the soul drew pictures in anguish ,
If the food in a cart on his ass ,
And Chimgan mountains are far
And insanely perfect themselves .
But I spent my childhood and youth ,
And I realized I do not remember how many ,
That will burn all my mountains and down ,
By empty , like smoke, talk.
And then I decided to say goodbye to Moscow
And together with his widow had not yet
In that region spend their leisure time working ,
Where sparkle Chimgan mountains .
Ex : Sladostrasnaya poison - Breach gold - Mulla ,
Where sycamore PRYTULA under a rock .
About you buzzing ear eternal bee :
Breech - Mulla , Breech - Mulla , Breech - Mulla ,
Breech - Mulla , Brich - Mulla .
We got into debt , we bought a cart ,
Harnessed the ass with a star on her forehead
And handed his destiny selling
Ass - a connoisseur of Turkestan.
And on the Crimean bridge suddenly ache in my chest ,
I saw the carts through the fog and rain,
How Chimgan mountains are seen in front
And the name , and the sparkle of the check.
Since then I have my wagon settles ,
And doubled in the way a small family ,
Kaluga and Budapest , Paris and Tel - Gyu
Arboyu admired mine .
In Kamchatka ass hit the wormwood
My kids are yelling , and I sing a song ,
And my Chimghan illuminates the road
And insanely perfect themselves .