Текст песни группа ТРУБА - Люли

Birch sap is blowing forester
Under the oaks are poddubniki
On aspen cheerful hanged
And in the hollow of a scurry roleviki

I was lying on the stove , savvy
Swollen hairy legs hurt
If I had been in kind of cripples
Duc does not hurt the health bozhenka

Hangovers have brought his wife
Swan flew to the pen
Yes Vasilisa my Mikulishna
Ran away with the Latvian sniper

       Luli !
       Luli !
       Luli !
       Luli !

A forest partisans shastayut
Do not go far away , the girls
On the bog cranberry red
Pavlik going with Grandpa

Oh, I was gnawing anguish , would shkalik
Oh, not our longing , hired
Turn sent Kalikov
In Chernihiv on dark beer

Thirty years and three years , I was lying
And ishsho lain thirty-three
Well, what with me Ilya Muromets
Well, what in bogomat son Ivanovich ?

       Luli !
       Luli !
       Luli !
       Luli !

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