Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Чебуреки

Comic song about the Old Town (Bakhchisaraya district)

Vitaly Beloborodova verses,
Music Sergey Ananeva

Cooling reigns in the palace,
Eye here happy flowers
If hungry is not necessary
This magnificent beauty.
But, on the contrary, can be seen
You feel hot
Under a bottle of wine
In the oil roasts - the moon!

CHORUS:

Chebureks, Chebureks, you were invented not the Greeks.
Maybe the Crimean Tatars?
Maybe ancient punishment?
Chebureks, Chebureks, I loved you forever,
I like the city old city
And everything related to it!

They were rejected by Pushkin,
Count Potemkin ate with Katyushka.
Where they went to sleep -
There is still a bed.
Guests go from everywhere
That the sea is heating bones,
Cheburek eating, not damn,
Vologda and Sakhalin.

CHORUS.

And when we live better,
Many meat lay in them.
Rebuilt. What for?
Now we eat with anything.
You boil the river oil,
Fry, people, Chebureks,
Sweese our favorite edge
Ancient OUR Bakhchisaray!