Текст песни 8. Аня Воробей - Бабье царство

On clean windows , curtains snowiness
On the walls poveliki winds ligature
And with embroidery cushion as a child
put on a clean bed

Oh, petticoat is not describe
I surprise twist his head
Told me , you will see there is a prison
Laughs , whether that case should be me

One hundred different destinies , characters and attitudes
A hundred different persons , articles and ages
They were the years together, it is necessary to get along
But how much more beautiful for poems

Busybodies , whirl , pounded
Straight to the coven gathered
If this bedlam plunge
Will Repin painting & quot; not waiting for & quot;

Past the pelvis someone wash
With mug Chifa run in teahouse
Women of different floats procession
I'm from the bunk , look at them

Here comes by scantily clad
With catchy obliterated former beauty
All claiming to Juliet
Miss & quot; yoke & quot; Kaluga with deaf

Just staring at her & quot; envy & quot;
All , with the impish smile of contentment
Whispers something in her ear & quot; hate & quot;
them here in Nara good lives

Here Miss & quot; youth & quot; hurries on a date
Miss & quot; love & quot; presses pimple desires
Only & quot; wisdom & quot; sitting in the corner
Only it away from us

Only wisdom , sitting in a corner
Only it away from us