Текст песни ваня светло - В память о дяде Юре

An old caravan passed through the village,
Yura banished with a crocodile, therefore
His body was buried barefoot
Even though he was a barefoot
But a favorite of insects. There were two
Who did not drink or eat kutya.
Lubricate the oars, and adieu.
As Filatov used to say: "We will put you in a bucket."
Today the lake is calm, there are a couple of vipers,
With them you will drink to Uncle Yura. Uncle Yura was "in!" kid,
Managed to get
On a hunting trap
So zhituha flew by
People walk past the grave
At least one would give a mower.
Glory to Nastya in the swamp
Found him
tackle, spirits live in swamp boots now.
Change your underwear, and check your gold,
The drowned people love to steal it,
All sorts of little people, but rootless maniacs.
Uncle Yura quoted a repchik from Miyagi,
He praised music at night on the dump
put on repetition, sciatica whined.
Yura, help me to recognize your features in me.