Текст песни Веня Дркин - Крым

Broad River Don
And on this side, I
And over the river white smoke, smoke
And on the other side of the house
Stab windows in the house
On the track sit
And mark broom
You and I will fly to Crimea

And in the Crimea growing grapes
What's juice and pure honey
Black Sea move on in a ford
And do not think this will become in the ass
There we will plant grown tobacco
What do you "White Sea" does not count
Miracle grow up boat
We will float away with you in Chad

Chad, say, a country garden
Whatever cactus, then you piyot
What do you want, then the luggage in the mouth
Whatever the course, then you mate
In Chad all go naked
And eat the fruit trees
I will become the leader of a small
And buy you flowers
Only do not ask daisies
After all, is not daisies rostut here
And violets are not here rostut
Just rubber plants cacti yes