Текст песни Улицы разбитых фонарей-6 - Рыбалка

In the olden days of the fishes I went to the grocery store
Has not yet met with seasoned fisherman
Every week he went on a fishing trip -
And under the glass often sang .

Chorus:

Float and worm chok - chok - chok - chok
Marinated morel chok - chok - chok - chok
Relax and do not feel sorry for leu- leu- leu- leu
Will be more fun .
Took out a big net chok - chok - chok - chok
Cut off a twig under kukan chok - chok - chok - chok
Do not forget to pour strike
Fish on the hook !

We soon became friends, and since then a free day
Began to go on a fishing trip I seasoned fisherman
And looking like caressing floats, flowing water ,
Pouring wine , we clinked glasses always .

chorus

In the sand are gone year , and ate rust metal
But the day and hour when the veteran fisherman died
Lying on his deathbed , and unable to open eyes,
He still whispered one last time.