Текст песни Новые русские бабки - Ой, летела корова

Oh flying cow,
From Tyumen to Pskov.
By plane flew,
Dying did not want to.

Suddenly disaster happened,
The door opened hatch
And fallen cow,
Not reaching Pskov.

Oh the cow fell,
Yes stёzhku-track
And it became like
On the cow cake.

Houses crying girlfriend
Over the fate not good
Pour cows tears
Above the portrait of the deceased.

A shepherd all the milkmaids
Directly behind the breast enough,
He says that the pier is
His grief eases.

The bull, named Boris
From anguish ran
And in the course of binge
He made friends lamb.

From that accidental connection
Suddenly there is an incident happened.
For the first time on the farm
Musk ox appeared.

Musk Ox was made of meat,
Bone so horny.
And it and sold
And the farm became rich.

Do not get off the bull with cattle,
With a prostitute with such a
Oh not healed b cool
It would have lived x .. not really.

Oh, thanks a cow
With the fallen aircraft.
Yes the benefit of a collective farm
Life is given to a cow.