Текст песни группа ТРУБА - Люли

Birch sap is blowing forester
Under the oaks are poddubniki
In aspen cheerful hanged
And hollows scurry roleviki

I was lying on the stove, savvy
Swollen hairy legs hurt
If I had been in the nature cripple
Duc does not hurt the health bozhenka

Hangovers have brought his wife
Swan flew to the pen
Yes Vasilisa my Mikulishna
He ran away with Latvian sharpshooter

       Luli!
       Luli!
       Luli!
       Luli!

A forest guerrillas shastayut
Do not go far away, girls
In the swamp of red cranberries
Pavlik going with Grandpa

Oh, my longing gnawing, would shkalik
Oh, not our longing hired
Sent turn Kalikov
In Chernihiv of dark beer

Thirty years and three years, I was lying
And ishsho lain thirty-three
Well, what with me Ilya Muromets
Well, what in bogomat son Ivanovich?

       Luli!
       Luli!
       Luli!
       Luli!

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