Текст песни иван суржиков - Коробейники

Oh, full of my battle,
There are sits, and a brocade.
Slash-gaznobushka, \ 2 times
Meneto shoulder. /

Go out, go to rye high,
There is to night too.
And curled black -
All goods will decompose.

Prices himself paid considerable,
Do not trade, not a bog -
Substitut-ka sponge scratch,
Closer to nice sit down.

That fell the night foggy,
Waiting for troubled well done.
Chu, goes! Came desirable,
Sells goods merchant.

Katya carefully trafficking
Everything is afraid to convey.
The guy with the girl kisses,
Requests price to focus.

Knows only the night deep,
As they revealed.
Straightening you, rye high,
Mystery is sacred.