Текст песни Король и Шут - Песня Коробейников

"Oh, Come, come, my crate,
There are chintz and brocade,
Perhaps my zaznobushka,
Molodetsky shoulder!

Go go out into the tall rye,
I'll wait there until nighttime,
A black-eyed zavizhu -
All products of the pile for. "

That misty night fell,
Waiting Delete done:
"Hark! There is, it was my wish! "
Sells goods merchant.

Kate gently trading,
All the fears pass,
The guy with the girl kissing,
Requests to bid up prices:

"The price he paid a lot,
Do not bargain, do not be stingy,
To substitute a minute red lips,
Closer to the dashing sit! .. "

She knew only the dark is night,
As they came to terms.
Straighten up, tall rye,
Keep their sacred secret!