Chubchik, Publishing, Cuther, Curly,
Drain, Puck, in the wind!
Before, the absenteeism, I did not know you,
And now I can't forget.
It happened, happing the cap on the back of the head,
Will you go for a walk day Ile in the evening,
And from under the caps of the darling and goes
Eh, so goes under the fresh breeze.
And in the window the sun shines brightly,
You will go to walk in the morning.
I give me a pot of your cute all in the world
And flutter, the backbone, in the wind!
And that Siberia - Siberia is not afraid,
Siberia is also Russian land.
Maybe here forever seized:
Ah, I can not forget your abnormal.
And what are you writing on the horses, the poor thing?
And where is your freedom celebration?
Eh, forage, poor cap,
You will not wait for the backbone Coo!
The soul cries on you, my dear,
And without you, I already live nemens.
Previously, the salary, I loved you,
And now chase from the heart away.
The last two lines are repeated