Валерий Леонтьев 1994 - Емеля
текст песни

How is it like this:
The plowman is all in a plow,
Chimney clever in soot,
And Balble is waiting for miracles.
Mom tortured at home
That I am lying at a scarecrow
At the behest of the pike,
Oven, take me in the forest!
Miracle, take care of Emel,
Miracle pod, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle PECHKA, for a week
Baldey, lying on the stove.
Oh, I got into a fairy tale,
Met the royal daughter,
Says affectionately:
"You, Emelya, my light."
Scary girl is modest,
All trembles dark at night,
But on the heave to warm
There are no places for two,
No no no no!
Miracle, take care of Emel,
Miracle pod, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle PECHKA, for a week
Baldey, lying on the stove.
Miracle, take care of Emel,
Miracle pod, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle PECHKA, for a week
Baldey, lying on the stove.

Emelya Ai-Luli,
Emelya Ai-Luli,
Emelya Ai-Luli,
Eh, scumbag
Kuda did you go?
Kuda did you go?
Kuda did you go?
Tudes ... Suds ...!

Miracle, take care of Emel,
Miracle pod, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle PECHKA, for a week
Baldey, lying on the stove.
Miracle, take care of Emel,
Miracle pod, cabbage soup and kalachi,
Miracle PECHKA, for a week
Baldey, lying on the stove.
Baldey ... on the stove ...