Текст песни Александр Дюмин - Хуторок

He poured snow under the bulanoma under his feet
A cool breeze blew in his face.
Tired of driving along the road
He looked into the farmhouse to warm himself.
Tired of driving along the road
He looked into the farmhouse to warm himself.

The young mistress met
As a family meets a loved one,
In the chamber, kindly inviting,
Charochka poured from the road.
Ay, in the chamber, kindly inviting,
Charochka poured from the road.

And the next morning I got up early
And I went out to drink the Bulan.
Oh, I see, the farmer was sad
And she doesn’t even want to talk.
Ay, I see, the farmer was sad
And she doesn’t even want to talk.

Oh, there was a hand and not a word
Silently turned and left.
And then I took off the bridle from the horse,
He unmasked the boulder horse.
And then I took off the bridle from the horse,
He unmasked the boulder horse.

Come on, kinky!

So I didn’t reach the house,
As if lost in the reeds.
Ah, what to do to the young guy,
Kohl found a liking?
Ah, what to do to the young guy,
Kohl found a liking?