Текст песни ЛИХО - Женихи

First the groom did not like
I not such was, as thought.
Behind the gate lazy lubber,
In parting, in the left eye spat!

And second, I did not like,
Fist let stick raised.
Oh, that the stick is now deeply
Along with him were hidden in a bit of land!

Chorus
They ran out of the mountain stingrays
Please Years rings.
From sage much bitterness in the mouth
I do not see grooms fled!
Oh, ran away!

Third fiance did not like,
No ringlet you or dresses.
The groom - a penny to penny,
Now there is no one to complain about it!

Howl at the moon I run,
That to me too sad.
Under the pine, birch, aspen
Leshim I zhalilas forest!