Группа ТРУБА - Люли
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Under birch blowing juice forester
Under oaks are poddubnik
On the ox of a cheerful history
And on the dupels will sink roleviks

I'm on the stove lying, kumekay
Elemented hairy shuts
Kaby was in kind of cake
Duc did not offend the health of God

Handshot would bring a wife
Swan flies with pen
Yes Vasilisa my Mikulishna
Skuffled with Latvian sniper

Lulley!
Lulley!
Lulley!
Lulley!

And on the forests of the partisans are shred
Do not go far, girls
On the swamp on cranberry red
Pavlik meets with grandfather

Oh, longing me grows, the car would
Oh, not our longing, hired
Sent out the distortion of Kalikov
In Chernihiv on beer Dark

Thirty years and three years I was lying around
And Ishsho thirty three failure
Well, what about me Ilya Muromets
Well, what kind of godfather, son of Ivanovich?

Lulley!
Lulley!
Lulley!
Lulley!

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