Текст песни Король и Шут - Проказник скоморох

At the wedding, the crochet was angry like peas,
He ran down the tables, rushed pudding in the guests,
Such nonsense he was not enough that they rusted everything to tears
Even the old dog laughed.

The holiday has fun on the village, the crumpled people dance.
And treats on the table - the wedding is might and main.

Exclaimed the scroochor, only laughter stood:
"Want, I'll show you a focus?"
He grabbed the bride and put in the barrel,
Everyone asked everyone.

The holiday has fun on the village, the crumpled people dance.
And treats on the table - the wedding is might and main.

There was a female cry, and at the same moment
Above long rural streets went out lanterns.
Included people light, look - there is no bride, and the scomerous did not find them.

The holiday has fun on the village, the crumpled people dance.
And treats on the table - the wedding is mighty ...