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.