And the ringing of the bell tower, the people gather,
The kids heard the ringing, opening his mouth to the fence.
Mom feeds the baby, in a hurry in a hurry,
And on the river, men pull nets from the river.
That river is cool shores
And this river is from a stream.
Those roads broke their legs
These paths were brought into snowdrifts.
That girl in a pink skirt,
This one ran away
Yes, those friends flew to a friend,
This one whispers: dear wait.
On Ivan the beard, and the fern bloomed,
As from Friday to the midst, Vanya left the sweetheart.
And for Kolka there is little salt, and for Olka there is little kolka,
Olka has nothing to be ashamed of, her at river B to kiss.
That river is cool shores
And this river is from a stream.
Those roads broke their legs
These paths were brought into snowdrifts.
That girl in a pink skirt,
This one ran away
Yes, those friends flew to a friend,
This one whispers: dear wait.
Like from evening to day, jumped kum through a wander,
From the middle on Thursday, the perch ashore went to the shore.
Cranes, ducks, geese-swans fly.
So at the river, by the river, oh our years fly.
That river is cool shores
And this river is from a stream.
Those roads broke their legs
These paths were brought into snowdrifts.
That girl in a pink skirt,
This one ran away
Yes, those friends flew to a friend,
This one whispers: dear wait.
That girl in a pink skirt,
This one ran away
Yes, those friends flew to a friend,
This one whispers: dear wait.
Yes, those friends flew to a friend,
This one whispers: dear wait.
