Гавриил Лубнин - Жил-был итальянец
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I'm talking about drunken pine
I will draw your paintings
Don't take an example from him
Caul and pioneer

I came out of the log
Hello dear universe
Pinocchio was born
First took it drunk

Somehow wise tortil
I forbade the child to piise!
I will deprive you of your hair
I will break my nose with my fist
Wooden wine!
And to the bottle so as not to climb -
I will not let go of the country!

He could drink the alphabet ...
For three soldo a month live
He is with a fox Alisa and Kat Basilio
For a year Buyu in Brazilio

And now he hears the bass
He dreams of Karabas

Karabas Barabasovich Alibasov!

Was not shaved and smelly
I poured bats on the mice

And dense cricket
He held the fool!

He is Malvina with Artemon
Washed with wine and rum
And in the non -native Pierrot
Cognac flooded the bucket

With Durimar, they swelled
And they put leeches on the bread .............

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Pope Carlo with Pinocchio.

You are one of the first drunkards
Wooden Italian

I put me in vain
Old Carlo with a red face

All his life Buratino dangled in bars
And became very drunken humpbacked and old
Lame and wretched. Eryuling legless.

I didn't get into the country of miracles ...
And he wandered into the impassable forest ...
Squrying beard ...
The turtle broke her nose

There I died - a vile drunk
Wooden Italian ...