Текст песни Алла Сумарокова - Сваты

The matchmakers called the girl married
To a stranger
For the lame and the crooked
Yes stinking Thomas,
Oh, let it be, Thomas’s curve,
Yes, he is rich in money
Medyakov and Pyatakov
Already for forty magpies

Medyakov and Pyatakov
Already for forty magpies

Think about it, girl,
What is his chosen one
Let there be a lot of gaps in it,
So it will live brighter
Fomushka loves the bathing spirit,
He drowns a bathhouse regularly,
Twice, not sparing firewood,
In the light of Easter yes in Pokrov

Twice, not sparing firewood,
In the light of Easter yes in Pokrov

His bins are rich
Fish, meat, rye gold
The mouse lived the last day
She died from the deaf
And the worker is vigorous,
Day and night as a routine
He plows the land oblique,
Mowing grass

He plows the land oblique,
Mowing grass

And the girl said here:
"All matchmakers turn around!"
On Kudykina Hill there is a bride in the forest,
On Kudykina Hill there is a bride in the forest,
On kudykina hill there is a bride in the forest