Текст песни Н. Плевицкая - Верёвочка

Brave black guy
On Zavalinka sat.
Villa Rier Deadlock,
Sad song he sang.
Here, followed, do not dreamed
You, my rope,
What are you useful for?
I do not know your destiny.

Maybe you come in handy
In late autumn burlacs.
Or early spring
The guy will contact hands.
Be softer, like Silkov's Sleep,
You, my rope,
Tomorrow early in the bazaar
I will sell you a merchant.

I bounce my beauty
I am gifts for the merchant.
And for this expellation
In the ala brushes at the porch.
Not allowing the boy
That rope to sell
I do not send that beauty
In the ala brush kissing.
With an old man went, the poor thing,
That beauty under the crown.
And on this on the rope
Life graduated from well done.