Lyrics сериал прииск - Песенка про шутовской колпак
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А я скрою себе шутовской колпак,
Подвяжу веревкой бока...
Между двух берез натяну гамак
И начну валять дурака.
Заведу свиней, петуха да кур,
Нет вопроса быть или не быть
Я сорву гамак, выйду на реку
Стану рыб да раков ловить
Ой, не ловится рыба в эту сеть
Больно ячеи широки..
Что же делать мне? Лечь да помереть
Возле этой бурной реки
Нет,возьму колпак, наберу грибов
Заварю из ягод кисель
И сотку ковер из лесных цветов
Завалюсь туда как в постель
Буду сны глядеть,глубоко дышать
Доживу я лет эдак до ста
А когда моя отболит душа
Я покину эти места
And I'll hide my fool's cap,
I'll tie it with a rope of the side ...
Between the two birches stretch the hammock
And I'll start fooling around.
I will manage pigs, a cock and hens,
There is no question of whether or not to be
I will tear off the hammock, I will go out on the river
I'll fish and crayfish
Oh, do not fish in this network
It hurts mice very wide ..
What should I do? Lie down and die
Near this stormy river
No, I'll take the hood, I'll type the mushrooms
I will brew from berries jelly
And a hundred carpet of forest flowers
I'll roll in like a bed
I will dream, to breathe deeply
I'll live to the age of a hundred to a hundred
And when my soul sheds
I will leave these places
I'll tie it with a rope of the side ...
Between the two birches stretch the hammock
And I'll start fooling around.
I will manage pigs, a cock and hens,
There is no question of whether or not to be
I will tear off the hammock, I will go out on the river
I'll fish and crayfish
Oh, do not fish in this network
It hurts mice very wide ..
What should I do? Lie down and die
Near this stormy river
No, I'll take the hood, I'll type the mushrooms
I will brew from berries jelly
And a hundred carpet of forest flowers
I'll roll in like a bed
I will dream, to breathe deeply
I'll live to the age of a hundred to a hundred
And when my soul sheds
I will leave these places