Текст песни Вениамин Смехов - Есть в графском парке черный пруд

Bride Count de la Fere
Only sixteen years old -
Such refined manners
Throughout the Provence not:
And look wonderful and gentle disposition.
And love like a drunken man, Earl.

From the bride enters the house and brother,
Young priest,
After it with the sisters say
Not razolёsh water.
Singing goldfinch, pipes deer,
Selected for the wedding a nice day.

There is a park in the count black pond -
There are lilies in bloom ...

Bride of the Comte de la Fere
Becomes a wife,
And in honor of the Countess de la Fere
Hounded beasts of the forest.
Hunting - in the woods, blow horns,
Spouses rush to hand arm.

But his wife ?! Have mercy, Lord!
Horse collapsed temper!
And the count to ease her breath,
Tissue tears from her shoulder,
And dress with shoulder crawling itself,
A stamp on the shoulder burns!

The executioner was a whale, and now -
There lily blooms! ..

Count criminal wife.
And her brother - not a brother.
Sister with brother Satan
Crowned as saying.
Well count? Not husband and a widower,
Both - in a whirlpool. And the end.