" Anna "
These people are strangers I trymayut
What I tico was not!
Did we just potyechoho milk braklo and big byrshe shall Nitsche
I have no children.
The first baby was also ostatnoyu .
Do not have native .
Yes, but this side , distant .
The man was sick, died for .
And so far been of great , Korovka pig derzhyela ,
And zabav'yela si .
Kutala si , hromadyla .
And I did not hodna Korovka anything already in the world.
Pensiyku am , ouch , but not too big , and it's good to me.
We need good people to someone extracted .
Because there is old, complaining of their children, I already know how it even he did not know .
And that is starenya complains their children are matched harkayut there usyeke them , now I know how.
And I lived in abject poverty , so do not harazduvala , every was war ...
And I ate nothing all , and survived.
Glory to Jesus Christ!
Glory to God forever sidenkomu !
Ouch ! Ouch !
Earth can not bir st derzhyety everything , and God - to endure.
All come as prykazuvaly starovitski people with pervoviku .
And they were wise priests !
People under clouds litayut , hutsuly this on lyenti perebyrayut ,
His manners polyshyeyut lacks only [ arhidnyka arhyeyudy ].
This konyets Amy already!
If I did not prybahala , dnynu not lived , I swear by God,
No , I fear, wherever I lived .
Glory of Jesus ,
and weak , zaslabla , helmet ... ( bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla! )
I have no fear - ugh ! ( thu! )
God. O God , O God, my aunt died , the cat can not.
I have not sinned in life, not stolen or killed , nothing (this , this )
The man died because weak ( byy-byy! )
And so far been of great , Korovka pig derzhyela ,
And zabav'yela marking.
Kutala si , hromadyla .
Cheer cooked , cut the hay , nice and cute .
Now there is no soap ( la la la ).
I'm not hodna , and I'm not hodna , and I'm not hodna ! ( hodna , hodna !)
Glory to Jesus Christ!
Glory to God forever sidenkomu !
Ouch ! Ouch !
And my mother kept , comedy had
She fell from the cart , went Alberta , shattered back.
Carried by horses , carrying on his back atop besahom
Glory to God !
Go to hell !
Shlyago trafyv to you all !
But nurse their mother mohno not forget !
Did you sleep well . Come now , we dance.
And what is it to me huzytsya , doors closed , but I gave him so !
So give as patsyeky morning my morning. His morning!
Fall, fall winter. It hurts my head!
To Koby not the snow , had to sin, sin would have !
Not my fault that leave traces .
K came dear , I miss him .
Mom cha, cha mama , mama cha, cha mama , mama cha, mama tea nihachu !
Already head stone has a stone in the head !
Liu -blue -blue - have!
Our soup is hot , and that standing ? (whose ? whose ?)
Head to the stone of life!
Caressed , loved, and now only drink !
Glory of Jesus ,
Fell - go!
In truth I do not know how to live , how to satisfy !
Bozhenka merciful to us replaced !
Do not be so stubborn !
Glory to God forever sidenkomu !
Ouch ! Ouch !