Пикник - Граф Кентский
текст песни

Not in opera Vienna,
And in the Smolensk club
Found each other ...

It seemed only a little,
Yes, happiness remains
Oli-and, Oli-and ...

Wanted in the world
Sport as children
And sing until the morning

And drunk that yard,
As morning thief
Their souls stole.

Yes, I'm not Count Kent,
And so Dyukhensky.
Yes, I'm not Count Kent,
And so Dyevlensky

Not in opera Vienna,
And in the Smolensk club
Found each other ...

And quick wines
In Cafe Buratino
Their hands splla
Their hands splurs

And what is the guilty?
Fate Gorbatoy
Met secret

And what is the guilty,
Where did the patch?
For happiness, such
For happiness, such

Yes, I'm not Count Kent,
And so Dyukhensky.
And I am not a Count Kent,
And so Dyevlensky

Not in opera Vienna,
And in the Smolensk club
Each other...
Each other...
And I am not a Count Kent,
And so Dyukhensky.
And I am not a Count Kent,
And so ...
And so ...