Текст песни Марк Фрейдкин - Песня про сапог

A long time ago,
we do not care,
long time ago there lived a thick leather boots .
And the boots
the lonely
and other boots a little bit similar .

Once he
in the café area
in his tarpaulin ammunition burst .
But here's the rub -
oh yeah , oh yeah -
sandal he saw there and fell in love.

Good for her,
to love her
and he says , barely recovered from wheeze :
& quot; The queen of the fairies ,
to be mine !
I love I suffer as well as the creaking ! & Quot;

She answered :
& quot; Oh no , oh no !
I dream of varnished boots .
And you, boots ,
what would give me a can -
only to your heels stuck butts ! & quot;