Четыре Чёрненьких Чумазеньких Чертёнка - Четыре Чёрненьких Чумазеньких Чертёнка
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I will not return the years of childhood for the instantry
But I remember how many years ago,
Once they sang a funny song to me
About four grimy blacks are drawn.
I can’t call myself a child in any way,
But it will become fun, barely say:
"Four black little shock
Drawing a drawing with black ink. "
"Four black little shock
Drawing a drawing with black ink. "

So quickly years flew alternoya
And mothers were waiting, but it's time for love
When an autumn sometimes, gold
Together with the boy we wandered until the morning
But the wind whistled to us in the catch -up
We sang loudly, although not folding.
So what?!
"Four black little shock
Drawing a drawing with black ink. "
"Four black little shock
Drawing a drawing with black ink. "

For a long time student years behind the shoulders
And that hard, test time,
When over its first drawings
I had to work hard until the morning.
But the girl called me on a date,
We wandered along the sleeping streets together.
"Four black little shock
Drawing a drawing with black ink. "
"Four black little shock
Drawing a drawing with black ink. "

Again, the road called me out of the house.
And although such a parting is not the first time,
But I'm leaving the birthmark
With an unclear sadness, with incomprehensible longing.
But the song of childhood on the heels flies after him,
And you already sing in a cheerful voice:
"Four black little shock
Drawing a drawing with black ink. "
"Four black little shock
Drawing a drawing with black ink. "

I will not return the years of childhood for the instantry
But I remember how many years ago,
Once they sang a funny song to me
About four grimy blacks are drawn.
Words: V. Ygin, Music: I. Nicolaev