Текст песни Весёлые ребята - На Канарских островах

In the cage canary, yellow canary
He has a beautiful tenor
A lot of songs, all to one another dearly.
To make it easier for the heart
I'll open the cell door
Let him sing to me about their homeland.

In the Canary Islands everything is buried in flowers,
But the Canaries are buried in the ocean.
In the Canary Islands I was in pink dreams.
And in love there explained himself Marianne
And in love there explained himself Marianne

Very strange, very strange
I dreamed about Marianne
As the goddess emerged from the waves.
Kenar sun turned yellow,
All around it blossomed and sang
The heart of faith, as a child, in such dreams.

In the Canary Islands everything is buried in flowers,
But the Canaries are buried in the ocean.
In the Canary Islands I was in pink dreams.
And in love there explained himself Marianne
And in love there explained himself Marianne

In the cage canary, yellow canary
He has a beautiful tenor
Oh bird musical soul.
At the tender heart still vague
In it reigns not Marianne,
A marina on the second floor.

In the Canary Islands everything is buried in flowers,
But the Canaries are buried in the ocean.
In the Canary Islands I was in pink dreams.
And in love there explained himself Marianne
And in love there explained himself Marianne
In the Canary Islands everything is buried in flowers,
But the Canaries are buried in the ocean.
In the Canary Islands I was in pink dreams.
And in love there explained himself Marianne
And in love there explained himself Marianne